impatiently. Normally, she required her support staff to know exactly where things were, to have files pulled before they were needed. If Xander had a meeting with a client, he’d need the files for that client pulled the night before so he could take them home to review at night if he’d wanted. The fact that Tilly was just pulling a file while Xander stood waiting must mean she wasn’t doing an adequate job.
Par for the course, she thought as she gathered up all of the resumes and charts she’d created. Perhaps someone had come into one of the agencies this morning that would be the ideal candidate. And maybe, if all the planets aligned and the stars were shining down on her today, the candidate could come in for an interview this afternoon. Then she’d be free from any further discussions with the man she was growing to hate.
She walked slowly back to her office, wondering where all of his charm had gone. Xander used to be one of those men who could make women go gaga with just his smile. How had he ended up with such horrible employees lately?
Okay, the last one was her fault. But what about the ones before? The previous two had been wonderful. Until the day they’d walked out in fury over Xander’s continuous demands. She’d spoken to them as they’d cried out their frustration with their jobs. Nothing they had told her seemed unreasonable. Perhaps she’d been with The Thorpe Group for so long she didn’t realize the pressure new people had to endure to get up to speed. Things probably worked faster here. People definitely looked busy non-stop throughout the day.
She passed by Xander’s office again on her way back and she cringed when she caught Xander once again leaning against the wall, impatiently waiting for Tilly to find something for him.
She hugged her files closer to her and walked on by, head down and ashamed that she hadn’t been able to fix this problem. It had been going on for much too long and Xander was right. He should have someone that can do the job properly. He had too much to worry about and the lack of a good support team was an enormous burden.
Hurrying back to her office, she dumped the rejected resumes and picked up her phone. She would get him the perfect candidate, even if it killed her. Ninety minutes later, she had five more resumes to show Xander. She walked nervously down the hallway with her notebook and pencil, clutching the resumes in her hand.
She hesitated before she knocked though. Looking at him, her heart did something weird inside her chest. He looked so serious as he sat behind his huge desk, reviewing something that looked complicated and important. She stared at his tanned, sexy hands and long fingers that could touch her so gently she went wild. Currently, though, they held a red pen; she wanted to lean over his shoulder and see what he was scribbling in the margins. He had his suit jacket off so she could better see the muscles in his arms and shoulders, muscles she remembered touching so well that her fingertips ached to feel them again.
“Ready to go?” he asked, tossing his pen down onto his desk and standing up.
“Go?” she repeated blankly, still standing in his doorway. “I was just going to run downstairs to the deli and grab a sandwich for us,” she replied, her pen hovering over her notebook, ready to take his order so she could escape quickly. “We can just eat our meal in one of the conference rooms.”
He shook his head and grabbed his suit jacket, sliding those long, strong arms into the sleeves. “We’re getting out of here. A change of scenery is probably going to help.”
Autumn was shaking her head even as he walked out of his office, coming closer to her so quickly she had trouble telling her feet to move out of the way. She stood beside his door, awkwardly trying to argue with him, but he just ignored her stammers and spoke directly to his temporary assistant. “Tilly, could you call Mary and have her grab Autumn’s coat?
Par for the course, she thought as she gathered up all of the resumes and charts she’d created. Perhaps someone had come into one of the agencies this morning that would be the ideal candidate. And maybe, if all the planets aligned and the stars were shining down on her today, the candidate could come in for an interview this afternoon. Then she’d be free from any further discussions with the man she was growing to hate.
She walked slowly back to her office, wondering where all of his charm had gone. Xander used to be one of those men who could make women go gaga with just his smile. How had he ended up with such horrible employees lately?
Okay, the last one was her fault. But what about the ones before? The previous two had been wonderful. Until the day they’d walked out in fury over Xander’s continuous demands. She’d spoken to them as they’d cried out their frustration with their jobs. Nothing they had told her seemed unreasonable. Perhaps she’d been with The Thorpe Group for so long she didn’t realize the pressure new people had to endure to get up to speed. Things probably worked faster here. People definitely looked busy non-stop throughout the day.
She passed by Xander’s office again on her way back and she cringed when she caught Xander once again leaning against the wall, impatiently waiting for Tilly to find something for him.
She hugged her files closer to her and walked on by, head down and ashamed that she hadn’t been able to fix this problem. It had been going on for much too long and Xander was right. He should have someone that can do the job properly. He had too much to worry about and the lack of a good support team was an enormous burden.
Hurrying back to her office, she dumped the rejected resumes and picked up her phone. She would get him the perfect candidate, even if it killed her. Ninety minutes later, she had five more resumes to show Xander. She walked nervously down the hallway with her notebook and pencil, clutching the resumes in her hand.
She hesitated before she knocked though. Looking at him, her heart did something weird inside her chest. He looked so serious as he sat behind his huge desk, reviewing something that looked complicated and important. She stared at his tanned, sexy hands and long fingers that could touch her so gently she went wild. Currently, though, they held a red pen; she wanted to lean over his shoulder and see what he was scribbling in the margins. He had his suit jacket off so she could better see the muscles in his arms and shoulders, muscles she remembered touching so well that her fingertips ached to feel them again.
“Ready to go?” he asked, tossing his pen down onto his desk and standing up.
“Go?” she repeated blankly, still standing in his doorway. “I was just going to run downstairs to the deli and grab a sandwich for us,” she replied, her pen hovering over her notebook, ready to take his order so she could escape quickly. “We can just eat our meal in one of the conference rooms.”
He shook his head and grabbed his suit jacket, sliding those long, strong arms into the sleeves. “We’re getting out of here. A change of scenery is probably going to help.”
Autumn was shaking her head even as he walked out of his office, coming closer to her so quickly she had trouble telling her feet to move out of the way. She stood beside his door, awkwardly trying to argue with him, but he just ignored her stammers and spoke directly to his temporary assistant. “Tilly, could you call Mary and have her grab Autumn’s coat?
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