twenty-four more hours to wait before we have a decision. At least we won't be kept dangling for days."
"Excuse me, dad." She hurried to the door that Jett had just exited. "I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?" He blinked in confusion.
"I just want to have a word with him for a minute," Glenna rushed and disappeared into the hallway. She walked swiftly, the poise of maturity giving her an air of confidence. In the corridor ahead of her she saw him opening the door to his suite. "Jett." The firm ring of her voice requested him to wait for her. He paused on the threshold of his suite, an eyebrow slightly quirked in silent inquiry and speculation.
As soon as she reached him Jett entered his suite, sending an invitation over his shoulder for her, "Come in." From the doorway Glenna noticed a second person in the sitting room of Jett's suite. A conservative suit and tie covered his portly figure. His balding head made the man appear considerably older than she suspected he was. When he saw Glenna following Jett into the suite he stood up quickly, self-consciously smoothing his tie down the front of his protruding stomach and trying not to show his surprise.
"This is Don Sullivan," Jett introduced the man in an offhand manner. "He works for me in an organizational capacity. Don, meet Glenna Reynolds."
"How do you do, Mr. Sullivan," Glenna murmured as the man bobbed his head in her direction with faint embarrassment. She bit at the inside of her lip, wondering how she was going to speak to Jett alone.
But he was already arranging it. "Would you mind stepping into the other room for a few minutes, Don?" It was an order, phrased as a question. Before the man could take a step, Jett was handing him the reports her father had let him take. "I want you to look these over, too, so we can discuss them later."
"I will." Again the man bobbed his head at Glenna as he moved his stocky frame toward an inner door.
When it was closed and they were alone Jett turned slowly to meet Glenna's steady look. "You wanted to speak to me?"
"My father told you the whole truth. He didn't leave anything out," she said evenly. "I wanted to be sure you knew that, considering how suspicious you have been."
"I ran a check on your father. The report came back before I met with him this afternoon," he stated. "So I was already familiar with his present situation."
"Then why didn't you let him know?" Glenna frowned.
"If your father is the businessman that I think he is, he has already guessed that I had him checked out. He would have done the same thing in my place." Jett picked up a sheaf of papers that Don Sullivan had been working on when they had come in, and glanced through them.
The implied compliment for her father eased some of her tension. "Then you do believe he is honest."
"Your father mentioned two negative facts that I had no information about…and would probably have had difficulty obtaining. So, yes, I believe he gave me a fair picture." He replaced the loose papers on the table where he'd found them and allowed a faint smile to touch his mouth when he looked at Glenna. "Does that reassure you?"
"Yes." There was an inward sigh as that possible prejudice had been eliminated. A noise in the adjoining room reminded her of the man waiting for him. She took a step toward the hall door. "I won't keep you any longer."
"What? Aren't you going to add your voice to your father's appeal?" A gentle mockery gleamed in his dark eyes, taunting but not cruelly so.
"Would it do any good?" Glenna countered in light challenge.
"It might prove entertaining," he replied with a raking look that was deliberately suggestive. Then his expression sobered. "I will consider it as seriously as I would any business proposition."
Glenna didn't feel she could expect more than that. "Thank you," she murmured and left the room to return to her father's suite.
Despite the reassurance from Jett, the waiting for his decision was difficult, both for Glenna and
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