Accidentally Yours. Susan Mallery

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      “Scotch for me,” Nathan said, his voice low and clipped.

      She thought of the small amount in the bottom of the bottle she’d knocked over earlier and hoped there was more inventory. She carefully wrote down the order, along with those from the other three men.

      “We have several specials,” she said as she tucked her pad into her apron, reached behind it and pulled out the small DVD player. She opened it, turned it on and set it in front of Nathan.

      “If I may?” she asked as she pushed Play.

      “This is new,” he said, looking at his associates. “The things restaurants will do to keep business.”

      The other men tried to look at the screen, but Kerri ignored them. The only one who mattered was the one frowning as on the DVD the interviewer questioned Dr. Abram Wallace.

      “So you were close to a breakthrough?” the woman asked.

      Dr. Wallace nodded slowly. “One can’t be sure. In matters of research there are always questions. But with a little more time…”

      Nathan glared at her. His eyes were ice, his expression hard. She had the distinct feeling that if he’d had a gun on him, he would have shot her and never blinked.

      “What the hell are you up to?” he asked.

      “Saving a boy’s life,” she said, speaking quickly. Time was not her friend at the moment. “My name is Kerri Sullivan and my son has Gilliar’s Disease. Your son had it, as well, so you know what he’s going through. Cody will die soon if something isn’t done. I’ve been talking to scientists and doctors for years. But there aren’t enough sick kids to warrant funding from the government or other private agencies. Then I saw this interview. Dr. Wallace was working on a cure for Gilliar’s Disease. He was close, really close. There was an explosion in his lab a few years ago. The lab shut down. He’s still working, but it’s just him and his assistant. If he had more money, he could find the cure. That’s why I’m here, Mr. King. He needs fifteen million dollars.”

      Nathan King motioned for the manager. Kerri kept talking.

      “It’s a fortune I’ll never have,” she said, speaking even faster now. “But you give that amount to charity every year. If you could just give him the money, he could keep on working. He could make a difference. He could save my son. Please, Mr. King. I’m running out of options and Cody is running out of time. I know you understand. You lost your son. Please help me save mine.”

      “What are you doing?” the manager asked as he approached. He reached for Kerri’s arm. “This isn’t your station. Lance takes care of Mr. King and his guests.”

      Kerri pulled free and ignored her soon-to-be-ex boss. “You have to help. I’m desperate. There isn’t anyone else. I’ve been everywhere, talked to everyone. Your little boy would have wanted you to help me.”

      Nathan King had remained impassive through her speech, but now he carefully put his napkin on the table and stood.

      He was a whole lot taller, so he bent over until they were eye-to-eye and his face was only inches from hers. “Get the hell out of here,” he growled. “Get out now, or I’ll have you arrested.”

      “No!” Her voice rose as she was grabbed from behind. “I won’t give up. You have to do this. That kind of money is nothing to you. Why won’t you save a child? He’s just a little boy. He doesn’t deserve to die.”

      Kerri fought against the men dragging her out, but they were bigger and stronger. She found herself propelled through the front door and actually thrown onto the sidewalk. She went down on one knee and stayed there, trying to catch her breath.

      “You’re fired,” her boss screeched. “Fired. You’re a lousy waitress. I’ll bet your recommendations are all fake. You’re lucky I don’t have you arrested.”

      She slowly stood and stared at the short, fat man frothing at her.

      “I’ve already been threatened with that today,” she said, suddenly exhausted. “You’ll have to try something else.”

      “I’m not paying you for the last three days. I’m ripping up your time card and your application. You never existed.”

      Kerri waited until he’d stomped back inside before leaning against the brick building. It was spring in Seattle, which meant cool air and a constant threat of rain. She needed to drag her butt back inside to get her purse, her coat and the DVD player. Although how she was going to accomplish that without being seen seemed hard to imagine.

      But it was easier to deal with logistics than face the reality of failure.

      Nathan King hadn’t just said no—he’d refused to listen. How was that possible? He knew exactly what she was going through. He’d suffered, he’d felt the aching sense of helplessness. How could he not be compassionate?

      Tim, Nathan King’s chauffeur, approached. “He didn’t listen?” he asked.

      Kerri shook her head. “You said he wouldn’t.”

      Tim had actually said more than that. He’d warned her against her plan and told her his boss liked to support his charities from a distance. He sent a check—he never got involved.

      “You had to try,” Tim reminded her.

      “I’ll try again.”

      “How?”

      Good question. She’d been so sure Nathan would help her. She’d put all of her energy into getting to him. She’d tried infiltrating his secretarial staff, but her office skills were more pathetic than her server skills. Next she’d attempted to become one of his maids. But while the company that took care of his many buildings had been willing to offer her a job, she’d found out that she’d need seniority to work anywhere close to the boss. She didn’t have years to work her way up the food chain.

      As a last resort, she’d attempted to seduce Tim and when that hadn’t worked, she’d tried to bribe him. The five hundred dollars she’d put on the table—all the money she had in the world—hadn’t impressed him. Still, he’d listened as she talked about Gilliar’s Disease and Cody and how Nathan King could be the one miracle they were waiting for.

      Tim had offered to introduce her to his significant other—and Lance and the lunchtime ambush had been hatched.

      “I’ll come up with something,” she said. “I’m a great ideas person. Maybe I could kidnap him and hold him for fifteen million in ransom.”

      “You wouldn’t like prison,” Tim said. “Plus, I’d be forced to shoot you and that would be a drag for both of us.”

      Despite everything, Kerri had to smile. Tim was about six four, two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. He wouldn’t have to shoot her—he could simply crush her like a soda can.

      “I’m open to any suggestions you have,” she said.

      “Mr. King doesn’t like publicity he doesn’t control. It makes him very angry.”

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