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Chapter Six
Alex sent her a proof of life text. Hi honey, enjoying basketball camp. Having fun with the guys. Hope you’re not working too hard. Alex.
It was more than she’d heard from Ben. He hadn’t texted her or called her since they argued at the bar. She told herself constantly that she should text him, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She did, however, text back and forth with Mandy, who hadn’t seen Bobby in over a week either. Men were dogs, Kaitlyn decided. She was never going to find one good enough for her.
Her life had fallen back into her old routine; yoga before dinner, and wine and a book at bedtime. She worked Saturday, and she and Mandy had dinner together Saturday night, but it wasn’t the same. Kaitlyn stared at her food, and thought of Ben. They complained to each other about men, and how they hadn’t heard from their guys. Sunday was the afternoon spent with her parents, as usual. She went to bed early Sunday night, mentally exhausted from unrequited thoughts of Ben.
* * *
Monday morning she was called into the human resources office. A job had opened up on the fifth floor, and she was on the short list of candidates. She and one other junior associate were being considered for the job of assistant to the new acting partner at Aronson and Cohen.
“Who is the new partner?” she wondered, as she took her employment file and placed it on her lap without peeking.
“Levi Aronson’s son Ruben,” she was informed. “You have the best resume and employment record. I’m sure you’ll get the job. It would include a considerable pay raise, of course. Mr. Aronson will see you now. His office is on the fifth floor.”
“Thank you,” she said as she left the office. She was glad she got up early that morning and spent time on her appearance; not that she ever appeared sloppy for work. Sometimes she just tried harder than others.
No one went to the fifth floor besides partners, their assistants, and the executive secretaries, except of course for the mail clerks. They even had their own separate entrance and elevators. The people who occupied the unobtainable fifth floor were rarely seen by the peons underneath. She was nervous just pushing the button.
She was stunned when she exited the elevator. It was like a whole different building. A professional obviously designed the décor, with wine colored leather couches and chairs in the waiting area, and abstract paintings on every wall. She approached the receptionist, who looked as if she was already tired of Kaitlyn, and she hadn’t even spoken yet.
“My name is Kaitlyn Morgan. I’m here to see Mr. Aronson,” she said politely.
The older and very professional woman pointed down a hallway. “It’s down that way and to your left; the last office.”
Kaitlyn nodded and headed that way. She was so nervous she had to pee. She wished she’d gone on the second floor. She was almost afraid to ask the receptionist where the bathroom was.
She stood at an open doorway. Across the threshold an intimidating office awaited her. He had a sweeping view of the city, she noted. The desk sat between the windows and the door, and the chair was spun around, facing outside. The desk itself appeared to be an antique, but a very modern cream colored couch sat against one wall, joined by an antique coffee table and two leather seats facing it. A wet bar occupied the other wall, and by the open door was a fireplace. His office had a fucking fireplace. She could see no personal items; no pictures. She didn’t even know Mr. Aronson had a son.
She stood awkwardly in the doorway, wondering if she should knock, until she heard his voice. It was a voice like dark honey, like crushed velvet. She would know that voice anywhere.
It hit her like a meteor. Her knees began to shake. Her right eye started to twitch. She suddenly
Chapter Six
Alex sent her a proof of life text. Hi honey, enjoying basketball camp. Having fun with the guys. Hope you’re not working too hard. Alex.
It was more than she’d heard from Ben. He hadn’t texted her or called her since they argued at the bar. She told herself constantly that she should text him, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She did, however, text back and forth with Mandy, who hadn’t seen Bobby in over a week either. Men were dogs, Kaitlyn decided. She was never going to find one good enough for her.
Her life had fallen back into her old routine; yoga before dinner, and wine and a book at bedtime. She worked Saturday, and she and Mandy had dinner together Saturday night, but it wasn’t the same. Kaitlyn stared at her food, and thought of Ben. They complained to each other about men, and how they hadn’t heard from their guys. Sunday was the afternoon spent with her parents, as usual. She went to bed early Sunday night, mentally exhausted from unrequited thoughts of Ben.
* * *
Monday morning she was called into the human resources office. A job had opened up on the fifth floor, and she was on the short list of candidates. She and one other junior associate were being considered for the job of assistant to the new acting partner at Aronson and Cohen.
“Who is the new partner?” she wondered, as she took her employment file and placed it on her lap without peeking.
“Levi Aronson’s son Ruben,” she was informed. “You have the best resume and employment record. I’m sure you’ll get the job. It would include a considerable pay raise, of course. Mr. Aronson will see you now. His office is on the fifth floor.”
“Thank you,” she said as she left the office. She was glad she got up early that morning and spent time on her appearance; not that she ever appeared sloppy for work. Sometimes she just tried harder than others.
No one went to the fifth floor besides partners, their assistants, and the executive secretaries, except of course for the mail clerks. They even had their own separate entrance and elevators. The people who occupied the unobtainable fifth floor were rarely seen by the peons underneath. She was nervous just pushing the button.
She was stunned when she exited the elevator. It was like a whole different building. A professional obviously designed the décor, with wine colored leather couches and chairs in the waiting area, and abstract paintings on every wall. She approached the receptionist, who looked as if she was already tired of Kaitlyn, and she hadn’t even spoken yet.
“My name is Kaitlyn Morgan. I’m here to see Mr. Aronson,” she said politely.
The older and very professional woman pointed down a hallway. “It’s down that way and to your left; the last office.”
Kaitlyn nodded and headed that way. She was so nervous she had to pee. She wished she’d gone on the second floor. She was almost afraid to ask the receptionist where the bathroom was.
She stood at an open doorway. Across the threshold an intimidating office awaited her. He had a sweeping view of the city, she noted. The desk sat between the windows and the door, and the chair was spun around, facing outside. The desk itself appeared to be an antique, but a very modern cream colored couch sat against one wall, joined by an antique coffee table and two leather seats facing it. A wet bar occupied the other wall, and by the open door was a fireplace. His office had a fucking fireplace. She could see no personal items; no pictures. She didn’t even know Mr. Aronson had a son.
She stood awkwardly in the doorway, wondering if she should knock, until she heard his voice. It was a voice like dark honey, like crushed velvet. She would know that voice anywhere.
It hit her like a meteor. Her knees began to shake. Her right eye started to twitch. She suddenly
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