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Authors: Crystal Cierlak
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were not lacking in options for digital communication.
As though she were reading Natalie's mind at that very moment, Audra handed over the phone and swiped her finger up the screen. "I was looking at a few options for dinner tonight. What do you think of this place?"
Natalie quickly glanced over the app. "Contemporary French cuisine in Santa Monica," she read.
"Two Michelin stars!" Audra beamed, as though that one fact would be the deciding factor.
"What is contemporary French cuisine?" Natalie asked, biting her lip to hide the dumb smile that spread across her lips. Before Audra could answer there was a brisk knock at the office door, and a moment later Alice poked her head through the small opening she created.
"Miss Robertson? Dana is setting up in the conference room and is ready when you are."
Audra's head fell back in defeat. “Shit! I forgot. Okay I will be right there."
"Who is Dana?" Natalie asked as she tapped the restaurant's name into Google for more information.
"My stylist." Natalie's eyes went wide as she abandoned her search and looked up at a blushing Audra. "I don't always have time to shop!"
"So you have the shopping brought to you? Oh my god I am so jealous right now. Okay, I have to see this!" Natalie got up and practically pushed Audra out of the office and towards the conference room.
James poured the contents of a crystal decanter into an ice-filled glass and sipped deeply, ignoring the burning sensation the liquor created as it slid down his throat. So his father knew about his participation in the auction at The Golden Palm. Someone had to have told him, and for the life of him he could not picture that someone being Natalie. He could not even imagine them being in the same room together, let alone having any type of conversation. They were from separate worlds. Audra, on the other hand, had more access and opportunity to tell Jackson. But was she motivated to? And to what end?
He downed the last of the liquor and poured himself another glass before grabbing his phone and taking a seat at his computer. He typed in a web address by heart and waited for the page to load, only to receive a login screen first.
“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath. He scrolled through the contact list on his phone, then tapped the name he was looking for.
“Security, this is Peter.”
“Hi Peter. This is James Fitzgerald. How are you?”
“I am doing well, Mister Fitzgerald. What can I do for you, Sir?”
“I am trying to get remote access to the live security feed on the executive level. I need a username and password.”
“Um, well, Sir… I-“ the man stammered. “One moment please.” The line didn’t go completely silent, and he did not hear the dulcet tones of the phone system’s hold service. Who or what was he consulting with? Peter would not actually deny James access to his own security system?
“Mister Fitzgerald?” Peter asked, suddenly back on the line. “I will give you my login credentials. Are you ready?”
“Go ahead, Peter.” James reached for a pen and jotted down the provided information. “Thank you.” He hung up and entered the username and password into the computer. Less than ten seconds later the screen split into two sections - a thin column on the left field with thumbnails labeled with various names from the executive floor, and on the right a black screen waiting to be loaded with video.
He selected ‘J. Fitzgerald - Office’ first and watched as the feed came to life before him. There in his office was his father, gathering stacks of paper and placing them inside a leather briefcase.
Beneath the thumbnail of his office was another, labeled ‘A. Robertson - Office’. His finger hovered above the trackpad, ready to click down and select the feed. But he hesitated.
‘James, you are on leave. Focus on your family.’ His father’s words. James knew he should take the advice, shut the computer and go back to Celine to have lunch and
As though she were reading Natalie's mind at that very moment, Audra handed over the phone and swiped her finger up the screen. "I was looking at a few options for dinner tonight. What do you think of this place?"
Natalie quickly glanced over the app. "Contemporary French cuisine in Santa Monica," she read.
"Two Michelin stars!" Audra beamed, as though that one fact would be the deciding factor.
"What is contemporary French cuisine?" Natalie asked, biting her lip to hide the dumb smile that spread across her lips. Before Audra could answer there was a brisk knock at the office door, and a moment later Alice poked her head through the small opening she created.
"Miss Robertson? Dana is setting up in the conference room and is ready when you are."
Audra's head fell back in defeat. “Shit! I forgot. Okay I will be right there."
"Who is Dana?" Natalie asked as she tapped the restaurant's name into Google for more information.
"My stylist." Natalie's eyes went wide as she abandoned her search and looked up at a blushing Audra. "I don't always have time to shop!"
"So you have the shopping brought to you? Oh my god I am so jealous right now. Okay, I have to see this!" Natalie got up and practically pushed Audra out of the office and towards the conference room.
James poured the contents of a crystal decanter into an ice-filled glass and sipped deeply, ignoring the burning sensation the liquor created as it slid down his throat. So his father knew about his participation in the auction at The Golden Palm. Someone had to have told him, and for the life of him he could not picture that someone being Natalie. He could not even imagine them being in the same room together, let alone having any type of conversation. They were from separate worlds. Audra, on the other hand, had more access and opportunity to tell Jackson. But was she motivated to? And to what end?
He downed the last of the liquor and poured himself another glass before grabbing his phone and taking a seat at his computer. He typed in a web address by heart and waited for the page to load, only to receive a login screen first.
“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath. He scrolled through the contact list on his phone, then tapped the name he was looking for.
“Security, this is Peter.”
“Hi Peter. This is James Fitzgerald. How are you?”
“I am doing well, Mister Fitzgerald. What can I do for you, Sir?”
“I am trying to get remote access to the live security feed on the executive level. I need a username and password.”
“Um, well, Sir… I-“ the man stammered. “One moment please.” The line didn’t go completely silent, and he did not hear the dulcet tones of the phone system’s hold service. Who or what was he consulting with? Peter would not actually deny James access to his own security system?
“Mister Fitzgerald?” Peter asked, suddenly back on the line. “I will give you my login credentials. Are you ready?”
“Go ahead, Peter.” James reached for a pen and jotted down the provided information. “Thank you.” He hung up and entered the username and password into the computer. Less than ten seconds later the screen split into two sections - a thin column on the left field with thumbnails labeled with various names from the executive floor, and on the right a black screen waiting to be loaded with video.
He selected ‘J. Fitzgerald - Office’ first and watched as the feed came to life before him. There in his office was his father, gathering stacks of paper and placing them inside a leather briefcase.
Beneath the thumbnail of his office was another, labeled ‘A. Robertson - Office’. His finger hovered above the trackpad, ready to click down and select the feed. But he hesitated.
‘James, you are on leave. Focus on your family.’ His father’s words. James knew he should take the advice, shut the computer and go back to Celine to have lunch and
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