Regarding The Tycoon's Toddler.... Mary Anne Wilson
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Название: Regarding The Tycoon's Toddler...
Автор: Mary Anne Wilson
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon American Romance
isbn: 9781474021456
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For a moment she thought Zane Holden might be around, that she could talk directly to him. But the offices were as empty as they had been earlier. She followed this man, who was like a human whirlwind, drawing everything in his path along with him. Including her. She crossed the conspicuously upscale den-like area and followed him through a door on the far side.
They were in a positively expansive room with walls of glass, a desk that looked as if it floated over a huge chunk of marble and metal, and pictures everywhere. But these were pictures of buildings, of partially completely blueprints. There were two solid walls, and she didn’t have a clue how they could “go through” here and get anywhere. But Terrel didn’t stop. He tossed his jacket on a very messy desk, reached for some papers, put them in his briefcase. He slipped on the jacket and tugged at his cuffs as he looked at her.
“Is it time for questions?” he asked.
“Excuse me?”
He took the pen out of the briefcase, tucked it into an inner pocket of his jacket, then closed the case. “You stopped talking, so I assumed it was question time.”
Was he serious? The man was totally unreadable when he looked at her, so she said the truth. “I was just looking at this place. I mean, it’s big enough to house a small nation and then some. It’s huge.”
He glanced at the room. “I guess it is. But it’s just an office.”
“Nice office,” she murmured.
“Can I ask you something?”
She was wasting precious time. “I’m not finished. I didn’t mean to give you the impression that that was all there was.”
“It’s not about child care. I wanted to know where you heard the things you repeated in the stairwell.”
Obviously the man wasn’t about to forget, so she had to watch every word. Being vague was her best bet. “Why?”
“Well, from where I sit, you’re not a long-term employee around here. You don’t own stock in the company, do you?”
“Of course not.”
“Then, where did you get all that from?”
She could say How stupid do you think people around here are? but she caught herself. Vague. She had to be vague and unoffensive. “I just listened to some people around here talking. It seemed to be the main topic of conversation. I told you, I didn’t mean to offend. I have this terrible habit of just saying what I think, and I’m working on changing that.”
He shrugged, tugging at his cuffs again. “Maybe you should,” he said.
She felt fire in her face. But thankfully he never saw it. He turned to get his briefcase, picked it up and said, “Go on. We don’t have much time.”
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