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eyes bigger than ever in her pale face.
‘I feel sick, no correction I’ve been sick,’ she reached one slightly shaky hand toward the glass of water on her desk.
‘Sick… how sick, I mean what sort of sick?’ he asked, reaching for the glass and handing it to her.
Despite her still sickly stomach she managed a half laugh, ‘Throwing up sick… I really don’t want to talk about it,’ she sipped the water and waited to see if her stomach was about to reject it. Maxwell’s concern touched her and for a few moments she thought he wasn’t all that bad after all.
‘Have you been to see the doctor?’ he asked resting his backside on the edge of her desk, ‘where you sick yesterday?’ he demanded to know.
She waved an impatient hand at him ‘Please stop going on, no it only started this morning.’
‘This morning?’ he started to stand only to slump back onto the desk, ‘as soon as you feel up to it I’ll run you home,’ he informed her. ‘Do you want anything else for now?’
Quinn stood up, ‘I don’t need to go home, I’ll be fine please just let me sit quietly for a few moments...’
‘I’ll get the company doctor to examine you;’ he insisted, ‘then I’ll run you home.’
Quinn stood up intending to return to the restrooms, ‘Please Mr Cordell stop fussing, you’re making me feel worse,’ she had reached the doorway only to have it blocked by her concerned employer. ‘Please let me pass,’ she insisted, he did not move as much as an inch, ‘unless you want me to be sick on your suit I suggest...’ She did not get any further with her threat before he pushed the door open, then as she went to pass he took hold of her arm and hurried her toward the ladies restroom.
Quinn was splashing her face with cool water when Sue Brown, secretary to the finance director came to join her at the row of washbasins.
‘Maxwell Cordell is outside,’ she looked toward the door then back to Quinn, ‘he said I was to ask if you were okay. You do look a little pale,’ she ventured.
‘I’ve been sick and the man is fussing over me like mother hen. Heaven only knows why,’ Quinn replied while patting her face with a handful of paper towels.
Sue looked relieved, ‘I thought maybe you had been fighting,’ her friend wouldn’t have been the first female to be found in the ladies crying after being berated by the Chairman of the company.
Shaking her head Quinn managed a half laugh, ‘No, not today anyway, we haven’t had the chance I’ve been too busy being sick!’
They did argue later, he wanted her to go home and see her doctor, she insisted on staying. ‘I have a stomach bug it will pass, I feel better already,’ she informed him.
‘I’d still be happier if you went to see the doctor,’ he persisted. By the end of the day she was more than a little puzzled at his concern for her well being, he even insisted he drove her home. ‘If you don’t feel well in the morning go and see your doctor immediately,’ he instructed as he held the door open for her.
‘Yes, I promise,’ she replied unable to keep the exasperated tone from her voice.
The next morning just as she expected she felt fine, no sign of sickness at all. Not that it stopped Maxwell fussing around her for the first hour, she was sure he would have carried on for the rest of the day only he had a board meeting to attend. To her puzzlement he enquired as to how she felt each morning as she walked through the door.
On the following Monday he called her into his office. ‘I know you said you don’t want to accompany me on any more trips, but would you reconsider travelling with me to Paris?’ before she could reply he carried on, ‘I really need you with me and what happened last time won’t happen again.’
Even though they argued quite heatedly they also worked well together, he would often ask her to sit in on meetings when she asked did he want her to take notes he would say, ‘No, I just want you there, just
‘I feel sick, no correction I’ve been sick,’ she reached one slightly shaky hand toward the glass of water on her desk.
‘Sick… how sick, I mean what sort of sick?’ he asked, reaching for the glass and handing it to her.
Despite her still sickly stomach she managed a half laugh, ‘Throwing up sick… I really don’t want to talk about it,’ she sipped the water and waited to see if her stomach was about to reject it. Maxwell’s concern touched her and for a few moments she thought he wasn’t all that bad after all.
‘Have you been to see the doctor?’ he asked resting his backside on the edge of her desk, ‘where you sick yesterday?’ he demanded to know.
She waved an impatient hand at him ‘Please stop going on, no it only started this morning.’
‘This morning?’ he started to stand only to slump back onto the desk, ‘as soon as you feel up to it I’ll run you home,’ he informed her. ‘Do you want anything else for now?’
Quinn stood up, ‘I don’t need to go home, I’ll be fine please just let me sit quietly for a few moments...’
‘I’ll get the company doctor to examine you;’ he insisted, ‘then I’ll run you home.’
Quinn stood up intending to return to the restrooms, ‘Please Mr Cordell stop fussing, you’re making me feel worse,’ she had reached the doorway only to have it blocked by her concerned employer. ‘Please let me pass,’ she insisted, he did not move as much as an inch, ‘unless you want me to be sick on your suit I suggest...’ She did not get any further with her threat before he pushed the door open, then as she went to pass he took hold of her arm and hurried her toward the ladies restroom.
Quinn was splashing her face with cool water when Sue Brown, secretary to the finance director came to join her at the row of washbasins.
‘Maxwell Cordell is outside,’ she looked toward the door then back to Quinn, ‘he said I was to ask if you were okay. You do look a little pale,’ she ventured.
‘I’ve been sick and the man is fussing over me like mother hen. Heaven only knows why,’ Quinn replied while patting her face with a handful of paper towels.
Sue looked relieved, ‘I thought maybe you had been fighting,’ her friend wouldn’t have been the first female to be found in the ladies crying after being berated by the Chairman of the company.
Shaking her head Quinn managed a half laugh, ‘No, not today anyway, we haven’t had the chance I’ve been too busy being sick!’
They did argue later, he wanted her to go home and see her doctor, she insisted on staying. ‘I have a stomach bug it will pass, I feel better already,’ she informed him.
‘I’d still be happier if you went to see the doctor,’ he persisted. By the end of the day she was more than a little puzzled at his concern for her well being, he even insisted he drove her home. ‘If you don’t feel well in the morning go and see your doctor immediately,’ he instructed as he held the door open for her.
‘Yes, I promise,’ she replied unable to keep the exasperated tone from her voice.
The next morning just as she expected she felt fine, no sign of sickness at all. Not that it stopped Maxwell fussing around her for the first hour, she was sure he would have carried on for the rest of the day only he had a board meeting to attend. To her puzzlement he enquired as to how she felt each morning as she walked through the door.
On the following Monday he called her into his office. ‘I know you said you don’t want to accompany me on any more trips, but would you reconsider travelling with me to Paris?’ before she could reply he carried on, ‘I really need you with me and what happened last time won’t happen again.’
Even though they argued quite heatedly they also worked well together, he would often ask her to sit in on meetings when she asked did he want her to take notes he would say, ‘No, I just want you there, just
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