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location of various presentations on the laptop. She repeated the instructions, thinking they’d just discussed those details on Friday.
    “And can I get anything else for you? Would you like for me to bring everyone a bottle of water?” she asked Gherring.
    “No, they can get their own waters.”
    “What about lunch? Do you want me to order in for the entire group?”
    “Yes, yes… That’ll be fine.” He attempted to shoo her from the room.
    “I’ll just ask everyone what they want to order,” she started to skirt around Gherring, heading toward the smiling Henri.
    Gherring stepped in front of her, effectively blocking her way. “That won’t be necessary, Ms. Best. Just order some of the specials from Papa’s.”
    Henri was waving at her behind Gherring, and Anne leaned sideways in an effort to see him, momentarily forgetting how precariously she was balanced in her high heels. She started to topple over, but Gherring caught her arms and held her upright. Blushing furiously, she rushed from the room, her heart pounding in her chest. Why was she so clumsy? Henri probably wouldn’t be interested in such a klutz, anyway.
    Anne returned to her desk to order lunch from Papa’s. May answered the phone and took the lunch orders, arranging delivery at twelve thirty. “So you aren’t coming down for lunch today?” May asked with a bit of a pout in her voice.
    “No, I’ll be working through lunch every day this week, May. Tell Papa I’ll stop by on my way home if the door’s open.” she knew Papa’s was only open for breakfast and lunch, except on Fridays and Saturdays.
    “But you need to eat,” May protested with motherly concern.
    “Don’t worry. I won’t miss my daily Papa’s special lunch. Today, my friends are bringing lunch up to me after they eat. You remember my friend, Sam?” She lowered her voice. “Well today, she’s eating lunch with a sweet young man from the office, named Tanner. Be sure y’all seat them at a romantic table.”
    “But I thought you told me you were trying to set Sam up with your boss?”
    “Well, I don’t think that’s going to work out. I have high hopes for this new match, but I need to keep working on my boss.” Anne stopped, remembering what Katie had said about gossiping. “But that has to be our secret. You can’t tell anyone I’m trying to find a match for Mr. Gherring.”
    “No worries, honey. My lips are sealed. They couldn’t drag that information outta me even if they tortured me. I won’t tell a soul… unless someone offers to give me a good neck massage. Then my lips will go all loosey-goosey.” May started laughing.
    “Now I’m serious. Katie says I’m never supposed to get involved in Mr. Gherring’s private life. I could lose my job.”
    “Really dear, I won’t tell anybody.”
     
    Lunch arrived at precisely twelve thirty. Anne attempted to help serve the food in the conference room, to speed things up , but Gherring took the food bags from the delivery boy and shut the door before she could even peek inside. The smell of the food was mouth-watering, and Anne waited impatiently for her lunch to arrive, drinking water to quiet her growling stomach. Sam appeared at one fifteen with her lunch, chicken smothered in some kind of wonderful mushroom cream sauce.
    Anne attacked her food with a vengeance, while interrogating Sam about her lunch date. “Did you like him? Did y’all have anything to talk about? He’s so shy—but you’ve got to admit he’s really cute.”
    Sam chuckled. “Yes, yes and yes. He is so shy I thought we weren’t going to be able to carry on a conversation. That is, he was so shy, until he found out I like the Beatles. Turns out he’s a nut for the Beatles just like me, and he has a great collection of vinyls. He pulled out my chair for me, waited for me to go through every door first, and insisted on buying lunch. So, yes, he’s really sweet and we’re going Wednesday night to hear a Beatles cover