Be Mine. Victoria Dahl

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СКАЧАТЬ hate it when he does that, Emily thought. He’s short, fat and balding, and he doesn’t have a quarter of my brains, but he’s the one leaning back in the chair while I stand at attention. I want to be the one leaning back in the chair. Except I wouldn’t. It would be rude. She sighed.

      “Listen to me, Emily,” George said. “You almost lost your job over this last project.”

      “You got a promotion because of this last project,” Emily said.

      “Yeah, because of the profit. If it hadn’t made a profit, we’d have both been canned. Henry wasn’t happy.”

      Henry Evadne was never happy, Emily thought. It didn’t have anything to do with her.

      George leaned forward. “I don’t want to lose you, Emily. You’re smart, and you have a sixth sense about marketing that I’d kill to have. But you screw up the financial side on this next deal, and no profit is going to save you, no matter how big.”

      Emily swallowed. “I’ll bring it in under budget.”

      “You’re damn right you will, because you’ll be working with Richard Parker.”

      “Who is Richard Parker?”

      “He’s a whiz kid from the Coast,” George said. “He did an analysis of the Paradise project. It’s in the folder, too. You ought to read it. He wasn’t too complimentary.”

      “George, how much have we made on Paradise?” Emily demanded.

      George looked smug. “Close to four million as of last month.”

      “Then why am I getting whiz kids from the Coast and nasty reviews in my project folders? Where’s the champagne?”

      George shook his head. “You could have flopped.”

      “I never flop.”

      “Well, someday you will,” George said philosophically. “And when you do, you better flop under budget. Which is exactly what Richard Parker is here to guarantee. You’re meeting him at eleven in his office.”

      “His office?”

      “Next floor up,” George said with a grin. “Two doors from the president. Nice view from up there, I’m told.”

      “Why not my office?”

      “Emily, please.”

      “Is he in charge of this project? Because if so, I quit.”

      “No, no.” George waved his hands at her. “Just the financial end. And you’re not the only one he’s working with. He’s financial adviser for all our projects. It’s still your baby, Em. He just watches the spending.” He looked at her closely. She’d made her face a blank, but she knew the anger was still in her eyes. “Emily, please cooperate.”

      “His office at eleven,” she said, clamping down on her rage.

      “That’s it,” George said, relieved.

      * * *

      EMILY SLAMMED HER OFFICE door and slumped into her rolling desk chair. Jane, her secretary, followed her in more sedately and sat in the chair across from her. She broke a frozen almond Hershey bar in half and tossed the larger piece to her boss.

      “I keep this in the coffee-room freezer for emergencies,” she said. “And I’ve given you the biggest half. Greater love hath no friend.”

      “How do you keep people from stealing it?” Emily asked, pulling off the foil.

      “They know I work for you,” Jane said. “They know I could send you after them.”

      “No, really, how do you do it?”

      “I keep it in a freezer container marked ‘Asparagus,’” Jane said, sucking on the chocolate.

      “And nobody asks what you’re doing with asparagus at work?” Emily broke off a small piece of the chocolate and put it on her tongue. The richness spread through her mouth, and she sighed and sat back in her chair.

      “They probably figure I keep it for you—you’re the type who looks like you only put fruits and vegetables in your body.” Jane studied her. “How come you never gain weight? We eat the same stuff, but I’m fighting ten extra pounds while you look like you’re losing. And you’ve got nothing to lose.”

      “Frustration,” Emily said, breaking off another tiny piece. “I’m working for narrow-minded patriarchal creeps.”

      “In the plural?” Jane finished her half and checked the foil for crumbs. “Did George clone himself?”

      “Evidently,” Emily said. “I now have a budget adviser to answer to. Some suit named Richard Parker.”

      “Oooh,” Jane said. “Him I’ve seen. Things are looking up.”

      “Not a suit?”

      “Oh, yeah, but what a suit. Too bad I’m happily married.” Jane sighed. “Tall. Dark. Handsome. Cheekbones. Chiseled lips. Blue eyes to die for. Never smiles. The secretaries are lining up to be seduced and so are the female junior execs, but it’s not happening.”

      “No?” Emily broke off another piece of chocolate.

      “He’s a workhorse. All he thinks about is finance. Karen says he’s always still here working when she leaves.”

      “Karen?”

      “That tiny little blonde on the twelfth floor. She’s his secretary now.”

      “Make good friends with Karen. We need a spy in the enemy camp.”

      “No problem,” Jane said, licking her fingers to get the last of her chocolate. “She loooves to talk about the boss.”

      “Good, good,” Emily said. “He could be a real problem for us.”

      “How so?”

      “He’s controlling the money.”

      “And we’re not good with money.” Jane nodded wisely. “Good thing Paradise took off like it did. It’s been fun rising to the top with you, but I wasn’t looking forward to hitting the bottom together when we went sailing over the budget.”

      “You wouldn’t have hit bottom,” Emily said. “George isn’t dumb. He’d steal you as his own secretary.”

      “I’m not dumb, either,” Jane said. “You and I stay together. I knew when I met you in high school that you were going places and taking me with you. President and secretary of the senior class. President and secretary of student council. President and secretary of our sorority in college. I’m hanging around until you make president of this dump.” She threw her foil away and smiled smugly. “I’ve already made secretary.”

      “You’re every bit as smart as I am,” Emily said. “Why don’t you let me get you into an СКАЧАТЬ