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Authors: Melissa Silvey
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couldn’t breathe. She wondered what she should do. She thought of running all the way to HR and informing them she didn’t need a promotion, and oh, by the way, she needed to turn in her resignation as well, then running out of the building screaming NO! at the top of her lungs.
He said goodbye to the person on the phone, and swiftly turned the chair around, as if he finally noticed someone was there. A bright smile covered his face when he realized who was behind the pencil thin navy skirt, navy and green striped shirt, and blue blazer. “How did you find me?” His voice was enthusiastic, hopeful.
And he looked so damn good. She knew now what Mandy meant by her text. If she’d seen a guy walk into the restaurant looking like Ruben Aronson did just then, she’d have heart failure. His curly dark hair was tamed with some sort of styling gel, and pushed back off his handsome face. He wore a white shirt, dark grey slacks, a medium grey vest, and a dark grey and light grey checked tie. The dark grey jacket hung on the back of his chair. He was smooth shaven, and he looked younger, yet more intimidating at the same time. The worst part, was that she knew what his body looked like underneath the suit. Her muscles clenched as she thought about it.
She couldn’t answer for a full minute. Her lips quivered. He stood and walked toward her, led her into the office, and shut the door behind her. “I don’t care how you did it. Did you come to apologize? I’ve missed you.” He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together, then led her to the couch.
As soon as he sat down she took a step away, breaking his grasp. She turned away from him, trying to compose herself. Short of saying nothing and running, she couldn’t think of any way out of this situation; except for the obvious. She cleared her throat, turned toward him, and handed him her file. “I’m Kaitlyn Morgan,” she said.
He continued to smile as his eyes squinted up, and slightly shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
She bit her lip and decided that running was the best option. She turned again on her expensive heels, and was ready to escape, when he grabbed her wrist and held her there.
“Who is Kaitlyn Morgan?” He had her file open in his lap, glancing through it. “She’s one of the junior associates applying to be my assistant,” he finally realized.
“It’s me,” she said.
“What’s you?” He still didn’t understand what was happening.
“I’m the junior associate,” she said with a little more authority.
“You’re a…” His face fell as fast as she was sure hers did when she recognized his voice. She watched him put the puzzle together in his head. “Your name is Lyn.”
“Kaitlyn,” she said. “My dad sometimes calls me Lyn. Everyone else calls me Kaity.”
He released her hand and shook his head as he looked more closely at her file. “First in your class at UVA,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied.
“First in your class at William & Mary Law School,” he continued.
“Yes,” she agreed, uncomfortably.
“You studied International Law,” he added. She said nothing. “You minored in German.”
“Ja,” she said.
He grimaced when he finally looked up at her. “Well, aren’t you perfect?”
She had no idea how to answer that question. “My parents think I’m pretty special.”
He frowned at her attempt at levity. “Your employment file is impeccable.” He spat out the words as if they were hard to say.
“I had no idea either. You told me your name was Ben Key.” Her voice was raised again, and she took a moment to tone it down. “You have no right to be angry at me. You lied just as much as I did.”
“You’re right,” he said, as he snapped the folder together and handed it back to her. “I obviously can’t hire you to be my assistant. You can return your file to HR. I’ll ask
He said goodbye to the person on the phone, and swiftly turned the chair around, as if he finally noticed someone was there. A bright smile covered his face when he realized who was behind the pencil thin navy skirt, navy and green striped shirt, and blue blazer. “How did you find me?” His voice was enthusiastic, hopeful.
And he looked so damn good. She knew now what Mandy meant by her text. If she’d seen a guy walk into the restaurant looking like Ruben Aronson did just then, she’d have heart failure. His curly dark hair was tamed with some sort of styling gel, and pushed back off his handsome face. He wore a white shirt, dark grey slacks, a medium grey vest, and a dark grey and light grey checked tie. The dark grey jacket hung on the back of his chair. He was smooth shaven, and he looked younger, yet more intimidating at the same time. The worst part, was that she knew what his body looked like underneath the suit. Her muscles clenched as she thought about it.
She couldn’t answer for a full minute. Her lips quivered. He stood and walked toward her, led her into the office, and shut the door behind her. “I don’t care how you did it. Did you come to apologize? I’ve missed you.” He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together, then led her to the couch.
As soon as he sat down she took a step away, breaking his grasp. She turned away from him, trying to compose herself. Short of saying nothing and running, she couldn’t think of any way out of this situation; except for the obvious. She cleared her throat, turned toward him, and handed him her file. “I’m Kaitlyn Morgan,” she said.
He continued to smile as his eyes squinted up, and slightly shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
She bit her lip and decided that running was the best option. She turned again on her expensive heels, and was ready to escape, when he grabbed her wrist and held her there.
“Who is Kaitlyn Morgan?” He had her file open in his lap, glancing through it. “She’s one of the junior associates applying to be my assistant,” he finally realized.
“It’s me,” she said.
“What’s you?” He still didn’t understand what was happening.
“I’m the junior associate,” she said with a little more authority.
“You’re a…” His face fell as fast as she was sure hers did when she recognized his voice. She watched him put the puzzle together in his head. “Your name is Lyn.”
“Kaitlyn,” she said. “My dad sometimes calls me Lyn. Everyone else calls me Kaity.”
He released her hand and shook his head as he looked more closely at her file. “First in your class at UVA,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied.
“First in your class at William & Mary Law School,” he continued.
“Yes,” she agreed, uncomfortably.
“You studied International Law,” he added. She said nothing. “You minored in German.”
“Ja,” she said.
He grimaced when he finally looked up at her. “Well, aren’t you perfect?”
She had no idea how to answer that question. “My parents think I’m pretty special.”
He frowned at her attempt at levity. “Your employment file is impeccable.” He spat out the words as if they were hard to say.
“I had no idea either. You told me your name was Ben Key.” Her voice was raised again, and she took a moment to tone it down. “You have no right to be angry at me. You lied just as much as I did.”
“You’re right,” he said, as he snapped the folder together and handed it back to her. “I obviously can’t hire you to be my assistant. You can return your file to HR. I’ll ask
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