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without her. She’s the one who arranged everything we’ve done today.”
“Including this outfit, I bet,” Greta said, a little overwhelmed by the knowledge of how much work must have gone into today from behind the scenes. Impulsively, she threw her arms around Cleo and squeezed her into a brief, grateful hug.
“Thank you for everything,” Greta whispered, pulling back. She knew from the rising heat in her cheeks that she was blushing, but she’d never meant anything more. “It’s been the most amazing day of my life.”
Cleo’s wide, surprised eyes warmed. “I’m glad. And I’m even gladder Mr. Harrington invited me here to meet you.”
“After everything I put Cleo through today,” Miles explained, “I wanted to thank her.”
Turning a fond, indulgent smile on her boss, Cleo shook her head. “I work for you, Mr. Harrington. The exorbitant salary you pay me is thanks enough. I’ve told him before,” she said, shrugging in Greta’s direction. “But it never seems to sink in.”
“You do more for me than any amount of money could repay,” Miles said firmly. “So come on. Your thank-you gift is at the top of the building.”
Clearly reluctant, Cleo glanced back and forth between Miles and Greta. “Now Mr. Harrington, I don’t know. Having met this young lady, I’m not sure I should intrude on your evening.”
Greta didn’t have a crystal-clear picture of exactly what was going on, but she knew enough to link her arm through Miles’s elbow on one side, and Cleo’s on the other.
“Nonsense. You’ve known Miles a lot longer than I have, but even I am already completely aware of the fact that once he sets his heart on something, he gets it. You’re coming upstairs with us!”
With a little laugh, Cleo allowed herself to be towed toward the elevator. “All right, but only for a minute. Mr. Harrington, I think you may have met your match with this one.”
Ignoring the flutter of happiness that gave her, Greta bounced on her toes in anticipation as the silent old gentleman in the uniform called down the elevator. The metal doors engraved with a stylized deco outline of the iconic building’s exterior slid apart with a muted ding.
“Going up,” the uniformed man announced as they all trooped in.
Greta kept her gaze glued to the old-fashioned floor counter as the elevator zoomed upward. Her stomach fluttered as they climbed higher and higher, excitement sending chills over her skin.
They got off at the eighty-sixth floor, but instead of following the signs to the Observation Deck, the stony-faced elevator attendant ushered them across the hall to another elevator. “Wait, aren’t we…” Greta broke off as the second elevator’s doors whooshed closed. “Oh, my gosh.”
And farther up they went. This elevator had a series of numbers beside the floors, and as they climbed ever higher, Greta realized that the second numbers were estimates of height in feet.
When the elevator wound to a stop at the one hundred and second floor, the number illuminated next to it was one thousand, two hundred and fifty. As in, they were now one thousand, two hundred and fifty feet off the ground.
Greta’s mind could hardly process what she was about to see when they stepped through those doors.
It was a much quieter observation gallery than the bustling deck below on eighty-six, and her heart raced at the views through the glass picture windows. But instead of giving her time to wander and stare out over the tops of buildings and the ocean of lights, Miles prodded her toward a door she hadn’t even noticed.
Plain and unmarked, the door was entirely unassuming. For some reason, she expected it to be locked, but when Miles twisted the handle, it opened easily to reveal a narrow set of metal stairs going up.
“And … this is where I get off,” Cleo said suddenly, hanging back.
Miles frowned. “But your thank-you gift!”
“I know.” She cocked her head. “But now that I see those
“Including this outfit, I bet,” Greta said, a little overwhelmed by the knowledge of how much work must have gone into today from behind the scenes. Impulsively, she threw her arms around Cleo and squeezed her into a brief, grateful hug.
“Thank you for everything,” Greta whispered, pulling back. She knew from the rising heat in her cheeks that she was blushing, but she’d never meant anything more. “It’s been the most amazing day of my life.”
Cleo’s wide, surprised eyes warmed. “I’m glad. And I’m even gladder Mr. Harrington invited me here to meet you.”
“After everything I put Cleo through today,” Miles explained, “I wanted to thank her.”
Turning a fond, indulgent smile on her boss, Cleo shook her head. “I work for you, Mr. Harrington. The exorbitant salary you pay me is thanks enough. I’ve told him before,” she said, shrugging in Greta’s direction. “But it never seems to sink in.”
“You do more for me than any amount of money could repay,” Miles said firmly. “So come on. Your thank-you gift is at the top of the building.”
Clearly reluctant, Cleo glanced back and forth between Miles and Greta. “Now Mr. Harrington, I don’t know. Having met this young lady, I’m not sure I should intrude on your evening.”
Greta didn’t have a crystal-clear picture of exactly what was going on, but she knew enough to link her arm through Miles’s elbow on one side, and Cleo’s on the other.
“Nonsense. You’ve known Miles a lot longer than I have, but even I am already completely aware of the fact that once he sets his heart on something, he gets it. You’re coming upstairs with us!”
With a little laugh, Cleo allowed herself to be towed toward the elevator. “All right, but only for a minute. Mr. Harrington, I think you may have met your match with this one.”
Ignoring the flutter of happiness that gave her, Greta bounced on her toes in anticipation as the silent old gentleman in the uniform called down the elevator. The metal doors engraved with a stylized deco outline of the iconic building’s exterior slid apart with a muted ding.
“Going up,” the uniformed man announced as they all trooped in.
Greta kept her gaze glued to the old-fashioned floor counter as the elevator zoomed upward. Her stomach fluttered as they climbed higher and higher, excitement sending chills over her skin.
They got off at the eighty-sixth floor, but instead of following the signs to the Observation Deck, the stony-faced elevator attendant ushered them across the hall to another elevator. “Wait, aren’t we…” Greta broke off as the second elevator’s doors whooshed closed. “Oh, my gosh.”
And farther up they went. This elevator had a series of numbers beside the floors, and as they climbed ever higher, Greta realized that the second numbers were estimates of height in feet.
When the elevator wound to a stop at the one hundred and second floor, the number illuminated next to it was one thousand, two hundred and fifty. As in, they were now one thousand, two hundred and fifty feet off the ground.
Greta’s mind could hardly process what she was about to see when they stepped through those doors.
It was a much quieter observation gallery than the bustling deck below on eighty-six, and her heart raced at the views through the glass picture windows. But instead of giving her time to wander and stare out over the tops of buildings and the ocean of lights, Miles prodded her toward a door she hadn’t even noticed.
Plain and unmarked, the door was entirely unassuming. For some reason, she expected it to be locked, but when Miles twisted the handle, it opened easily to reveal a narrow set of metal stairs going up.
“And … this is where I get off,” Cleo said suddenly, hanging back.
Miles frowned. “But your thank-you gift!”
“I know.” She cocked her head. “But now that I see those
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