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Authors: Kelly Favor
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By the end of her spate of research, thought she’d figured out why Red Jameson had decided to bring Easton Rather on board to work at his agency. Easton was kind of like Red Jameson 2.0, a new breed, with the fire and determination to succeed.
Easton left the office without saying a word to her and didn’t come back for over an hour. When he finally did, he barely looked at her. “You can take off,” he said, walking to the water cooler and pouring a cup.
“Excuse me?”
“There’s nothing much to do and no use sitting around twiddling your thumbs.”
“There has to be something I can do.”
“Are you arguing with me, Miss Saunders?” He stood up straight and looked at her with a no-nonsense expression that gave her a chill.
“Absolutely not. I just like to work a full day.”
“Well you can work from home then. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
She almost opened her mouth to say something else, suggest that she could organize some files, clean the refrigerator, anything. But she knew it wouldn’t go over well at all.
Instead, she finally took the hint, gathered her things, and left.
***
Kennedy was coming out of the restroom the next morning when she literally bumped right into someone walking into the office suite.
In crashing into him, she also knocked the man’s papers all across the floor.
“I’m so sorry!” she cried out. And then her brain suddenly took in the information of who she’d just run into. It was as though the possibility had become so foreign to her, that Kennedy literally wasn’t able to process it for a few seconds.
Standing in front of her, looking bemused, was the very man she’d been dying to meet in the first place—and seeing him was so unexpected that she just stood there gaping.
Red Jameson was dressed in a dapper blue and white pinstriped suit with a bright green tie—his hair was immaculate, his eyes dark and penetrating, smile disarming. He was like seeing a movie star up close, as if George Clooney himself had strolled off the movie theater screen and spoken to her.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, apparently taking note of her reaction. He knelt down and began retrieving the papers from the floor.
Kennedy bent down beside him and started to help. “I am so, so embarrassed Mister Jameson.”
“It’s fine, don’t even worry about it. You just started working for us?”
Eason appeared in the doorway of his office. “I see you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my new assistant, Kennedy Saunders.”
Kennedy’s face grew hot with shame. “I didn’t see him, I was coming out of the bathroom and—“
“And it was an accident,” Red laughed, standing back up. “It happens.”
Easton raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment on whether he agreed with Red’s assessment of the situation.
“Good to see you,” Easton said to him, as Red passed by into his office.
Kennedy walked back to her desk, feeling like a complete imbecile.
But Easton hadn’t moved from the doorway. “You coming?”
“Coming where?” she asked, confused.
Easton looked at her like she was certifiable. “Are you all right? Did that collision with our CEO scramble your brains?”
“No, it didn’t scramble anything.”
“Good, because I need you in there with us taking notes. We’re going to be discussing the agenda for the next couple of days. Grab your laptop and come inside.”
He turned and walked back into the office.
Kennedy took her laptop and hurriedly followed him into his office. Red was sitting in one chair, drinking a cup of coffee, and Easton was sitting behind his desk.
Red glanced at her as she took a seat near the back wall, out of their line of sight.
“You look familiar, Kennedy,” he said. “Have we met before?”
“I never figured you for the lame pickup line kind of guy,” Easton joked.
Red gave him a look. “It’s not a damn pickup line. She really reminds me of someone.”
Kennedy’s
By the end of her spate of research, thought she’d figured out why Red Jameson had decided to bring Easton Rather on board to work at his agency. Easton was kind of like Red Jameson 2.0, a new breed, with the fire and determination to succeed.
Easton left the office without saying a word to her and didn’t come back for over an hour. When he finally did, he barely looked at her. “You can take off,” he said, walking to the water cooler and pouring a cup.
“Excuse me?”
“There’s nothing much to do and no use sitting around twiddling your thumbs.”
“There has to be something I can do.”
“Are you arguing with me, Miss Saunders?” He stood up straight and looked at her with a no-nonsense expression that gave her a chill.
“Absolutely not. I just like to work a full day.”
“Well you can work from home then. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
She almost opened her mouth to say something else, suggest that she could organize some files, clean the refrigerator, anything. But she knew it wouldn’t go over well at all.
Instead, she finally took the hint, gathered her things, and left.
***
Kennedy was coming out of the restroom the next morning when she literally bumped right into someone walking into the office suite.
In crashing into him, she also knocked the man’s papers all across the floor.
“I’m so sorry!” she cried out. And then her brain suddenly took in the information of who she’d just run into. It was as though the possibility had become so foreign to her, that Kennedy literally wasn’t able to process it for a few seconds.
Standing in front of her, looking bemused, was the very man she’d been dying to meet in the first place—and seeing him was so unexpected that she just stood there gaping.
Red Jameson was dressed in a dapper blue and white pinstriped suit with a bright green tie—his hair was immaculate, his eyes dark and penetrating, smile disarming. He was like seeing a movie star up close, as if George Clooney himself had strolled off the movie theater screen and spoken to her.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, apparently taking note of her reaction. He knelt down and began retrieving the papers from the floor.
Kennedy bent down beside him and started to help. “I am so, so embarrassed Mister Jameson.”
“It’s fine, don’t even worry about it. You just started working for us?”
Eason appeared in the doorway of his office. “I see you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my new assistant, Kennedy Saunders.”
Kennedy’s face grew hot with shame. “I didn’t see him, I was coming out of the bathroom and—“
“And it was an accident,” Red laughed, standing back up. “It happens.”
Easton raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment on whether he agreed with Red’s assessment of the situation.
“Good to see you,” Easton said to him, as Red passed by into his office.
Kennedy walked back to her desk, feeling like a complete imbecile.
But Easton hadn’t moved from the doorway. “You coming?”
“Coming where?” she asked, confused.
Easton looked at her like she was certifiable. “Are you all right? Did that collision with our CEO scramble your brains?”
“No, it didn’t scramble anything.”
“Good, because I need you in there with us taking notes. We’re going to be discussing the agenda for the next couple of days. Grab your laptop and come inside.”
He turned and walked back into the office.
Kennedy took her laptop and hurriedly followed him into his office. Red was sitting in one chair, drinking a cup of coffee, and Easton was sitting behind his desk.
Red glanced at her as she took a seat near the back wall, out of their line of sight.
“You look familiar, Kennedy,” he said. “Have we met before?”
“I never figured you for the lame pickup line kind of guy,” Easton joked.
Red gave him a look. “It’s not a damn pickup line. She really reminds me of someone.”
Kennedy’s
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