The Paris Connection. Cerella Sechrist

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      But he shook his head, wanting to avoid any extracurricular entanglements. “I’m sure she’s lovely, but I can’t imagine getting past your Emma’s thorns to find any sort of petals beneath. She’s prickly, that one.”

      “Not prickly. Only cautious. She has a good heart, but she keeps defenses in place to guard it.”

      Cole didn’t wish to discuss the pretty but thorny lady’s heart. “Defenses aren’t a problem as long as she recognizes that I’m her boss now.”

      Julien frowned but didn’t argue. He took a long sip from his wine and then reached for his fork once more. “Speaking of bosses...have you spoken to yours? Is Lillian pleased with everything you saw today?”

      “As long as I’m satisfied, then Lillian should be.”

      “And are you?”

      Cole considered this for a moment. The day had gone better than expected, given how his morning had started off. He could offer up no specific complaints, and yet, he found that satisfied wasn’t really a word that applied at the moment. He hadn’t wanted to come to Paris, and though he knew he was there to stay, he still wasn’t happy about it.

      “I think we’re off to a pretty good start,” he said instead.

      Julien frowned at him, seeming to sense his reluctance on the topic. “I have spoken to Emma, if that is the issue, and she was most sorry for her tardiness this morning.”

      Cole felt his lips twitch. “I’m sure she was.”

      Julien blotted his lips with his napkin and then laid it aside. “I am eager for this merger to succeed, Cole. I wouldn’t want to disappoint Lillian. Please, let me know if there is something more I can do to assist in this transition.”

      “Of course.” Cole was too tired by the events of the day to say anything else on the subject, so he raised his glass instead.

      “Here’s to...new beginnings.”

      Julien reached for his wine. “Oui. And to your future in the City of Light.”

      Despite his misgivings on that score, Cole clinked his glass to Julien’s and drank.

      * * *

      THOUGH COLE SETTLED into his position with relative ease, and Emma assisted him as required, the occasional argument still arose during his first week with the Paris branch. There were a multitude of minor wrinkles to be ironed out with the transition and decisions to be made as they overhauled the firm’s operating model. Emma spent most of her mornings providing information for Cole, from company background to files. She also relayed any cultural differences she thought might be pertinent. Inevitably, at some point during their day, they’d find themselves in the thick of a heated discussion.

      Friday was no exception. Cole and Emma were in his office, reviewing some of the company’s long-standing accounts, when Giselle tapped on the door. Looking up, Cole gestured for her to enter.

      Giselle looked at Emma. “Emma, we have an issue with Arrow Tech Media’s CCO position.”

      Emma suppressed a sigh. The negotiations to secure Arrow Tech’s top choice for the chief content officer role had been fierce, but Giselle had assured her everything was all wrapped up, and the candidate was ready to sign the contract.

      “If you’ll excuse us, Cole,” she said to her boss, “we’ll just discuss this in my office.”

      To her annoyance, Cole pushed back from his desk and looked up at where she stood over him.

      “There’s no need for that. I’d love to sit in on your conversation, if you don’t mind. It will give me an even better feel for the day-to-day here.”

      Emma forced a smile to her lips. “I’m sure that’s not necessary. You have so much on your plate already that—”

      “Emma.” He stopped her with his own forceful smile. “Why don’t you take a seat?” He gestured to the chairs in front of his desk and then looked to Giselle. “You, too, Giselle.”

      Giselle caught Emma’s eye as they each settled into a seat.

      “Now, what seems to be the problem?” Cole asked.

      Giselle filled Cole in on Arrow Tech’s search for a new CCO. The candidate they’d chosen, Andre Delacroix, was highly qualified with an exceptional track record. Several attempts had been made by other recruiters to entice him away from his current position, but thus far, none of the offers had been tempting enough. Giselle had been tenacious in her efforts to secure him, and two weeks previously, he had finally agreed to sign with Arrow Tech.

      “And now?” Cole asked when she finished giving him the background story.

      Giselle fidgeted, an action Emma rarely witnessed where her friend was concerned.

      “I just received word that his current company has counteroffered, matching the salary offered by Arrow Tech. Delacroix no longer wants to sign with them.”

      Emma released her breath in a rush and then tried to rein in her frustration. Counteroffers were always tricky in this business.

      “Have you alerted Arrow Tech to the situation?”

      “I have,” Giselle responded. “They’d like to make a counteroffer themselves.”

      Emma sighed a second time. “All right. Find out the terms and write up the offer. We’ll present it to Delacroix on Monday.”

      “No, we won’t.”

      Emma jerked her head around as Cole entered the conversation. From the corner of her eye, she saw Giselle do the same.

      “Excuse me?”

      “We’re not going to advise our client to counteroffer just because the guy got greedy. It would be in bad form.”

      Emma stared at him, but he stared right back, his coolly assessing gaze unflinching.

      “You can’t be serious. We’ve come too far to lose this guy now. He’s a genius, one of the most sought-after executives in all of Europe.”

      Cole made a face. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”

      Emma tensed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      Giselle cleared her throat, and Emma shifted her gaze as she saw Cole do the same.

      “Giselle, perhaps you could give us a moment to sort this out? I’ll let you know once we’ve made a decision.”

      “Of course.” Giselle acquiesced and made her exit, clearly eager to avoid being caught in the middle. She closed the door behind her, and Emma faced Cole again.

      “Delacroix is brilliant. If we place him, it’s a huge feather in our cap.”

      “Maybe so, but I’m not going to begin my time here by promoting that sort of action.”

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