spoke.
Nicole held onto her temper. âRussell, our guard license could be on the line over name patches. Spend the extra three dollars per outfit and change.â
âEven my father allowed me to make decisions on supplies,â Russell said. âIâve spoken with Vickers Uniform and theyâve assured meââ
âNot good enough. Frey may be nitpicking, but heâs right. Change to another company. I talked to Andre, and he suggests Coleâs Guard Supplies.â
âYou discussed this with a subordinate behind my back?â Russell said in a flat tone. His eyes narrowed to slits as he tilted his cobalt blue leather captainâs chair back. âThatâs unacceptable. Father specified in the will that I have an important role in this company. My attorney says that includes making management decisions.â
âGood, then Iâll make you vice president in charge of kitchen, bathroom, and janitorial supplies. You can exercise your managerial judgment on toilet tissue!â Nicole tossed back. She spun around and yanked the door open.
âYou canât demote me!â Russell called out. When Nicole kept going, he stormed after her down the hall. âIâll call my attorney.â
âYouâll be a vice president. You wanted management power, have at it.â Nicole rounded a corner, with Russell in pursuit.
âIâm not going to stand for this bull, Nicole. Not even Uncle Stanton will back you up when I tell him.â Russell grabbed her arm as they stood in front of the elevators.
âGood, tell him. In the meantime start brushing up on the fine points of brooms and mops.â Nicole pulled free of his grasp.
They stared at each other without moving. Nicole weighed the pleasure of feeling her fingers tighten around Russellâs neck against doing jail time. Sheâd decided that stepping over his unconscious body was worth it when the elevators whisked open. Marcus and a stocky man with wispy blond hair stepped out.
âWeâre fully committed toââ Marcus broke off when he saw Nicole and Russell. He cleared his throat.
Nicole blinked back from the edge of assault. She forced a smile that hurt as Russell let go of her arm. âWeâll talk about the uniforms later. Hello.â
âMr. Kleinpeter, this is our new CEO, Nicole Benoit, and Russell Summers, vice president of development.â Marcus glanced a warning at them. âMr. Kleinpeter is impressed with our coordination. I was just telling him teamwork makes the difference.â
âOf course it does. Even when we disagree, the exchange of ideas results in a better outcome,â Nicole said smoothly. She shook hands with Kleinpeter. âIâm glad you came by. Why donât we go to my office.â
âOf course.â Mr. Kleinpeter grinned, pleased at the invitation. âI know how busy a boss can be, though.â
âYouâre the reason we work so hard. Weâll have something cool to drink. Iâm still getting used to how humid Houston can be in the summer.â Nicole favored him with her best smile.
âA glass of cold soda would be nice.â Mr. Kleinpeter followed her happily.
Nicole kept up a stream of conversation with him for thenext fifteen minutes. She even managed to forget about making Russellâs face turn blue. By the time sheâd turned him over to Marcus again, Nicole had calmed down. A timid knock on her door interrupted the progress she was making plowing through state licensing regulations.
âYeah,â Nicole answered.
Cat came in with a wary expression. âUh, I finished these letters for you.â
âThanks.â Nicole took them from her. âIâll proof them later.â
âYou okay?â
Nicole breathed in and out once. âI will be. Iâm getting tired of fighting battles.â She rested her head against the chair back.
âI hear ya.â Cat closed
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