Chapter 30

I logged off my computer, put in a quick call to Mr. Vincent, then reached for my suit jacket. After a quick tug to make sure it hung properly and I was presentable, I left my office.

Earlier, Miss Jones had come into my office, ostensibly to bring me my coffee. She extended the cup to me, and when I would have taken it from her, she let her fingers drift over mine. I stared into the cup; she’d got it wrong again.

“I take it black, Miss Jones. If you can’t remember a simple thing like that, then perhaps you should go back to the typing pool.”

“Oh, but—”

“I’m sure you have something that needs doing at your desk?”

She’d gone a little pale, then turned on her heel and stalked out as if she had a corn cob up her butt.

Now she stiffened slightly, her color high, but she didn’t meet my eyes, and she continued keying information into a requisition form. She didn’t know it, but by the end of the morning, Miss Jones would no longer have a position on the seventh floor.