The Key. Jennifer Sturman

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      “Why don’t you quit?” I asked.

      “I’d leave in a heartbeat if I could, but the money’s good and the firm pays for my night classes—I’m getting my nursing degree, did you know? I can’t afford to quit. After all, it’s only my pride I’m sacrificing here.” She said this with a bitter smile, and fresh tears began streaming down her cheeks, streaked with black from her running mascara.

      I perched on the counter beside her. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

      Dahlia shook her head. “You could kill him for me,” she joked with false bravado.

      I laughed. “I’d kill him for myself. He sure hasn’t won me over. I don’t know how you can stand it.”

      “I can’t,” said Dahlia in a forlorn voice, the bravado gone. She turned to the mirror and began dabbing at the tracks the tears had left. “So much for waterproof mascara.”

      “No mascara could stand up to these working conditions.”

      “Working for Gallagher is bad enough. But it’s even worse knowing that everybody thinks we’re having an affair.”

      I felt a wave of shame wash over me. That was exactly what everybody thought, including myself until a moment ago.

      I was a bad liar, so I didn’t even try to convince Dahlia that the rumors weren’t out there. “Look, people are so desperate for a bit of intrigue, they’ll believe anything. But that’s a rumor that can be squashed.”

      “I hope so. I mean, it’s not like he didn’t come on to me when I first started working for him, but I nipped that right in the bud, and I’m too good at my job for him to get rid of me. But how could anyone think I’d have anything to do with him? And why does he always have to be such a jerk, yelling and obnoxious? Didn’t anyone ever teach him any manners?”

      “He does seem to have missed out on the common courtesy gene. I wish I knew how to solve that one.”

      “You can’t,” said Dahlia. She sighed. “Sorry to unload on you like this.”

      “No problem. I’ve had a few nervous breakdowns in here, too.”

      “You? Impossible. You’re always so poised. Calm, cool, and collected.”

      If she only knew. “Hardly. Anyhow, are you feeling better?”

      “Better? Not really. But I’ll be fine.” She dabbed at her face a final time and rose from the stool. “And I should get back. This new deal seems to have him particularly worked up. Do you know that two different people have already called from Thunderbolt for a team list?”

      “They probably want to send some more materials over,” I said, but I had to stifle a groan as I followed Dahlia out the door. The last thing we needed was another influx of documents and spreadsheets. It was hard to believe it was only Monday. And it was depressing, too. An entire week ahead and not a break in sight.

      Little did I know what the week held in store.

      chapter three

      M y own assistant, Jessica, was at her desk outside my office when I returned.

      “So,” she said, “judging by the stack of stuff you left for me, I’m guessing that you were here all weekend, weren’t you?” “Yup.”

      “And this was your first weekend with your new roommate, too. When are you going to get a life?”

      “At this rate, never.”

      “And how is Il Duce?”

      “Don’t ask.”

      “You’re the boss.”

      “Please, no Tony Danza jokes. I’m running on empty here.”

      “I had a feeling about that. I left a little fuel for you in your office.”

      “You are my new best friend.”

      “You might want to wait and see what I brought you before getting rid of your old best friend.”

      I was incredibly lucky to have Jessica as my assistant. An aspiring actor, she was absurdly overqualified for her current job with a degree in drama from Yale, and she’d saved my skin on more than a few occasions. Unfortunately, she was also a bit of a health nut. Instead of the bagel and cream cheese I’d been hoping for, the bag she’d left on my desk contained a distressingly wholesome-looking bran muffin and some carrot juice.

      I reached into the small refrigerator under my desk and pulled out a can of Diet Coke. Carrot juice just wasn’t going to cut it this morning. I picked up the phone, cradling it against my shoulder and dialing Jake’s extension with one hand while I popped open the can of soda with the other. I probably could have walked over to his office, but it was on the other side of the floor and that seemed like too much work.

      “Hey,” he said.

      “Hey. So, are we ready?”

      “I think so. Mark’s dealing with the copies.”

      “He’s a machine.”

      “Yes, and he’s our machine, thank God.”

      “Good point.”

      “So, what did Gallagher want with you?”

      “Nothing much. Just to warn me to keep the thoughts in my pretty little head to myself.”

      He chuckled. “Don’t let him get to you.” That seemed to be a recurring theme today.

      “Who, little ole me? Worry my pretty little head with silly details about a silly ole deal?”

      “Cute, Scarlett.”

      I switched back to my own accent. “Let’s just say, if Gallagher suddenly dies a mysterious death—”

      “We’ll know who to bring in for questioning.”

      “Exactly.”

      “Rachel,” he said. “Seriously. Do you want me to say something to him? Or to somebody else?” Jake had come into my office on Saturday shortly after I’d slapped Gallagher’s hand from my arm and told him that no, I had no interest in joining him for lunch at an intimate restaurant he knew nearby. I’d still been sufficiently upset that it hadn’t taken much coaxing to get the story out of me.

      “What could you say?” I asked. “Everything he’s said and done can be explained away. It’s all too subtle, and it’s all his word against mine. And he’s a rainmaker—he brings in more fees in a month than I bring in all year, so I think I know where the partners’ loyalties lie.”

      “I don’t care how much money he brings in. He shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this sort of thing.”

      “I’ll СКАЧАТЬ