Book 1 - Page 5 (1/2)

”Eva, hi. Mark's not in yet, but you know where you're going, right?”

”Absolutely.” With a wave, I took the hallway to the left of the reception desk all the way to the end, where I made another left turn and ended up in a formerly open s.p.a.ce now part.i.tioned into cubicles. One was mine and I went straight to it.

I dropped my purse and the bag holding my walking flats into the bottom drawer of my utilitarian metal desk; then booted up my computer. I'd brought a couple of things to personalize my s.p.a.ce and I pulled them out. One was a framed collage of three photos - me and Cary on Coronado beach, my mom and Stanton on his yacht in the French Riviera, and my dad on duty in his City of Oceanside, California, police cruiser. The other item was a colorful arrangement of gla.s.s flowers that Cary had given me just that morning as a ”first day” gift. I tucked it beside the small grouping of photos, and sat back to take in the effect.

”Good morning, Eva.”

I pushed to my feet to face my boss. ”Good morning, Mr. Garrity.”

”Call me Mark, please. Come on over to my office.”

I followed him across the strip of hallway, once again thinking that my new boss was very easy to look at with his gleaming dark skin, trim goatee, and laughing brown eyes. Mark had a square jaw and a charmingly crooked smile. He was trim and fit, and he carried himself with a confident poise that inspired trust and respect.

He gestured at one of the two seats in front of his gla.s.s and chrome desk, and waited until I sat to settle into his Aeron chair. Against the backdrop of sky and skysc.r.a.pers, Mark looked accomplished and powerful. He was, in fact, just a junior account manager and his office was a closet compared to the ones occupied by the directors and executives, but no one could fault the view.

He leaned back and smiled. ”Did you get settled into your new apartment?”

I was surprised he remembered, but I appreciated it, too. I'd met him during my second interview and liked him right away.

”For the most part,” I answered. ”Still a few stray boxes here and there.”

”You moved from San Diego, right? Nice city, but very different from New York. Do you miss the palm trees?”

”I miss the dry air. The humidity here is taking some getting used to.”

”Wait 'til summer hits.” He smiled. ”So...it's your first day and you're my first a.s.sistant, so we'll have to figure this out as we go. I'm not used to delegating, but I'm sure I'll pick it up quick.”

I was instantly at ease. ”I'm eager to be delegated to.”

”Having you around is a big step up for me, Eva. I'd like you to be happy working here. Do you drink coffee?”

”Coffee is one of my major food groups.”

”Ah, an a.s.sistant after my own heart.” His smile widened. ”I'm not going to ask you to fetch coffee for me, but I wouldn't mind if you helped me figure out how to use the new one-cup coffee brewers they just put in the break rooms.”