fice—sit
down at the desk, and start reading the job description.
At twelve thirty, Elizabeth buzzes me.
“Ana, we need you in a meeting at one o’clock in the
boardroom. Jerry Roach and Kay Bestie will be there—
you know, the company president and vice president? All
the commissioning editors will be attending.”
Shit!
“Do I need to prepare anything?”
“No, this is just an informal gathering we do once a
month. Lunch will be provided.”
“I’ll be there.” I hang up.
Holy shit! I check through the current roster of Jack’s
authors. Yes, I’ve pretty much got those nailed. I ha一ve the
five manuscripts he’s championing, plus two more, which
should really be considered for publication. I take a deep
breath—I cannot believe it’s lunchtime already. The day
has flown by, and I’m loving it. There has been so much to
absorb this morning. A ping from my calendar announces
absorb this morning. A ping from my calendar announces
an appointment.
Oh no—Mia! In all the excitement I ha一ve forgotten
about our lunch. I fish out my Blackberry and try frantically
to find her phone number.
My phone buzzes.
“It’s him, in reception.” Claire’s voice is hushed.
“Who?” For a moment, I think it might be Christian.
“The blond god.”
“Ethan?”
Oh, what does he want? I immediately feel guilty for
not ha一ving called him.
Ethan, dressed in a checked blue shirt, white T-shirt,
and jeans, beams at me when I appear.
“Wow! You look hot, Steele,” he says, nodding
appreciatively. He gives me a quick hug.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
He frowns. “Everything’s fine, Ana. I just wanted to
see you. I’ve not heard from you in a while, and I wanted
to check how Mr. Mogul was treating you.”
I flush and can’t help my smile.
“Okay!” Ethan exclaims, holding up his hands. “I can
tell by the secret smile. I don’t want to know any more. I
came by on the off chance you could do lunch. I’m
enrolling at Seattle for psych courses in September. For
my master’s.”
“Oh Ethan. So much has happened. I ha一ve a ton to tell
you, but right n
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