twentieth time. She hadn’t thought so at the time. It seemed friendly, comfortable. But as she reached the large oak doors that led into Platinum Security, she wasn’t sure if she had made the right choice.
Pushing open the doors, she was surprised to find herself in an office decorated much as the building was, but with added warmth. It looked wealthy, even smelled expensive.
The lobby was furnished with sumptuous couches of heavily-studded, butter-soft leather. Instead of a gleaming crystal chandelier, she was enchanted with the large, wrought-iron-framed fixture which teemed with small amber crystals that mimicked flames. Marble still abounded in here, the neutral tones still soothed, but she felt more. Felt a comfortable power.
No wonder they were so successful. Any customer wanting security would immediately know that this was a company that could handle any problem.
“May I help you?” The young receptionist smiled politely.
“Yes. Well, maybe. I’m here to see Dylan Thane.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No. I’m a friend of his. I was just dropping by.”
“Let me see if he’s available.” She gestured to the sofas. “Please, take a seat. Would you like a cup of coffee while you wait?”
“No. Thank you.” Abby sat in a plush chair, almost moaning at the comfortable fit.
“May I have your name?”
“Abby Carter.”
Picking up the phone, the receptionist whispered into it, only pausing for a moment to listen on the other end. She hung up, smiling at Abby. “You’re in luck. He had a cancellation.”
“Great.” Abby smiled, but suddenly felt nervous. How would he react to her unannounced visit? It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but in reality, she didn’t know him that well. Couldn’t guess how different his work life was from his home life.
“If you’ll follow me, I’ll lead you back.”
Trailing closely, Abby didn’t take the time to look around her. She was still too anxious to see him.
“Abby. How are you?” A middle-aged woman came around the desk and greeted her with a handshake. The receptionist left with a last smile.
“I’m well, thanks.”
“Good. I’m Tina, Mr. Thane’s assistant.” She glanced back to her desk for a moment before returning with a warm smile. “He’s on the phone but I don’t expect him to be long. Can I get you anything while you wait?”
“I’m all right.”
“Okay, then. Just have a seat and I’ll let you know when he’s ready.”
Abby nodded, sitting in one of the twin leather chairs posted outside his office. Tina went back behind her desk, typing with an efficiency that stunned Abby.
“I’m glad that Dylan was able to see me,” Abby said, glancing around the room. “I know he must be very busy.”
“He usually is. Because he’s the owner, everyone wants to speak with him personally.”
“The owner?” Stunned, Abby could only stare at the woman, her mouth hanging open.
Tina hadn’t glanced up from her computer, distracted by whatever she was working on. “Yes. He founded this company ten years ago.” She laughed lightly. “He was so young then. But he made something for himself.”
“I should say so.” Abby’s throat felt hoarse. He was the owner of Platinum Security. His company. His yacht.
Abby gulped. Why hadn’t he told her?
“I wasn’t surprised when he had this building commissioned either. I always knew he would be successful. He has that drive.” Shaking her head, Tina looked up from the desk with a guilty smile. “Forgive me. I shouldn’t have gone on like that.” Her eyebrows wrinkled as she looked at Abby. “Are you all right? You’ve gone a little pale.”
“I’m quite all right.” Abby forced a smile. “Just lost in thought I guess.”
“It happens…” Tina glanced down at her phone. “Ah, I see he just got off. Let me tell him you are here.” After pressing a button, Tina informed him that Abby was waiting to see him. She hung up the receiver.
Pushing open the doors, she was surprised to find herself in an office decorated much as the building was, but with added warmth. It looked wealthy, even smelled expensive.
The lobby was furnished with sumptuous couches of heavily-studded, butter-soft leather. Instead of a gleaming crystal chandelier, she was enchanted with the large, wrought-iron-framed fixture which teemed with small amber crystals that mimicked flames. Marble still abounded in here, the neutral tones still soothed, but she felt more. Felt a comfortable power.
No wonder they were so successful. Any customer wanting security would immediately know that this was a company that could handle any problem.
“May I help you?” The young receptionist smiled politely.
“Yes. Well, maybe. I’m here to see Dylan Thane.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No. I’m a friend of his. I was just dropping by.”
“Let me see if he’s available.” She gestured to the sofas. “Please, take a seat. Would you like a cup of coffee while you wait?”
“No. Thank you.” Abby sat in a plush chair, almost moaning at the comfortable fit.
“May I have your name?”
“Abby Carter.”
Picking up the phone, the receptionist whispered into it, only pausing for a moment to listen on the other end. She hung up, smiling at Abby. “You’re in luck. He had a cancellation.”
“Great.” Abby smiled, but suddenly felt nervous. How would he react to her unannounced visit? It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but in reality, she didn’t know him that well. Couldn’t guess how different his work life was from his home life.
“If you’ll follow me, I’ll lead you back.”
Trailing closely, Abby didn’t take the time to look around her. She was still too anxious to see him.
“Abby. How are you?” A middle-aged woman came around the desk and greeted her with a handshake. The receptionist left with a last smile.
“I’m well, thanks.”
“Good. I’m Tina, Mr. Thane’s assistant.” She glanced back to her desk for a moment before returning with a warm smile. “He’s on the phone but I don’t expect him to be long. Can I get you anything while you wait?”
“I’m all right.”
“Okay, then. Just have a seat and I’ll let you know when he’s ready.”
Abby nodded, sitting in one of the twin leather chairs posted outside his office. Tina went back behind her desk, typing with an efficiency that stunned Abby.
“I’m glad that Dylan was able to see me,” Abby said, glancing around the room. “I know he must be very busy.”
“He usually is. Because he’s the owner, everyone wants to speak with him personally.”
“The owner?” Stunned, Abby could only stare at the woman, her mouth hanging open.
Tina hadn’t glanced up from her computer, distracted by whatever she was working on. “Yes. He founded this company ten years ago.” She laughed lightly. “He was so young then. But he made something for himself.”
“I should say so.” Abby’s throat felt hoarse. He was the owner of Platinum Security. His company. His yacht.
Abby gulped. Why hadn’t he told her?
“I wasn’t surprised when he had this building commissioned either. I always knew he would be successful. He has that drive.” Shaking her head, Tina looked up from the desk with a guilty smile. “Forgive me. I shouldn’t have gone on like that.” Her eyebrows wrinkled as she looked at Abby. “Are you all right? You’ve gone a little pale.”
“I’m quite all right.” Abby forced a smile. “Just lost in thought I guess.”
“It happens…” Tina glanced down at her phone. “Ah, I see he just got off. Let me tell him you are here.” After pressing a button, Tina informed him that Abby was waiting to see him. She hung up the receiver.
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