the firm. The company she worked for , Elegant Events, was one of the preeminent events firms in the city, catering to some of the wealthiest and most powerful people in Washington, D.C. The wedding this weekend was for a senator’s daughter who was getting married at the Mayflower Hotel, one of the ritziest and well known establ ishments in the city. Everyone in town was working hard to get an invitation to this even t . All the who’s who will be there this weekend. Although she wasn’t in charge of the wedding, being too inexperienced at this point in her career, she was one of four assistants who were helping the main coordinator, a tyrant named Marissa Banks who was one of the best in the industry.
Rachel had been working long hours to ensure that her tasks for the wedding were all taken care of well in advance of the deadline Marissa had set out. So as she walked into the building, she was reviewing her notes, looking at all the items that would be reviewed in the Monday morning meeting so that she could be able to tell Marissa that all of her to-do items were completed.
“Rachel, you’re wanted in Derrick’s office,” the receptionist called out as soon as Rachel passed through the frosted glass doors.
Rachel looked over at Lenora, the sweet and friendly receptionist who guarded the lobby area with sugar coated words, helping the clients with coffee and tea, ensuring that everyone felt like they were the company’s number one client from the moment they walked in the door.
Rachel was halfway through the lobby area when she did a double take at Lenora’s words. Derrick was the head of the firm and ran the agency with flair and good humor. She really liked him, knew that he’d grown this agency from almost nothing so she had a great deal of respect for him as well.
“I’m supposed to be in Marissa’s meeting in ten minutes,” Rachel called back. “Are you sure Derrick wanted me?” It was almost unheard of for the head of the agency to speak with one of the lowly junior members of the staff.
Lenora nodded her head emphatically . “Derrick asked for you personally, Rachel. He seemed very excited about something.”
Rachel closed her file folder and looked around as if she could find the reason for this unexpected summons in the walls or carpeting . The lobby area was done in shades of white and cream colors with fresh flowers brought in every week in various shades depending on the season. Because fall was in full swing, there were yellows and golds this week, creating a stark contrast to the white and cream décor. But even the flowers couldn’t provide an explanation.
“Did he say what this was about?”
Lenora shrugged her shoulders and answered the next call, efficiently directing the call to the appropriate person.
Rachel went to her tiny office and put her notes down. She pulled the papers out of the folder she’d worked on yesterday after returning home from her father ’ s cottage . Okay, she acknowledged to herself that it was more of a running away scenario. She’d spent the rest of Saturday evening locked away in her tiny apartment vacillating between fits of anger over Rais for pushing her to the breaking point and crying at how pathetic h e probably viewed her after the pitiable way she’d scrambled away from him in the loft.
Even now, thinking about the dumbfounded expression on his handsome face when she’d glanced back up to him from the stable doorway, she couldn’t believe how childish she ’d acted.
She looked at her small desk covered with vendor information and brochures, her computer screen with sticky notes on three sides and even her lamp had reminder notes. This was not the time to work through her fear of intimacy with the fabulously handsome but terrifyingly large Sheik of Dunari , she reminded herself. She had tons of work to do and missing anything over the next five days would be extremely bad for her
Rachel had been working long hours to ensure that her tasks for the wedding were all taken care of well in advance of the deadline Marissa had set out. So as she walked into the building, she was reviewing her notes, looking at all the items that would be reviewed in the Monday morning meeting so that she could be able to tell Marissa that all of her to-do items were completed.
“Rachel, you’re wanted in Derrick’s office,” the receptionist called out as soon as Rachel passed through the frosted glass doors.
Rachel looked over at Lenora, the sweet and friendly receptionist who guarded the lobby area with sugar coated words, helping the clients with coffee and tea, ensuring that everyone felt like they were the company’s number one client from the moment they walked in the door.
Rachel was halfway through the lobby area when she did a double take at Lenora’s words. Derrick was the head of the firm and ran the agency with flair and good humor. She really liked him, knew that he’d grown this agency from almost nothing so she had a great deal of respect for him as well.
“I’m supposed to be in Marissa’s meeting in ten minutes,” Rachel called back. “Are you sure Derrick wanted me?” It was almost unheard of for the head of the agency to speak with one of the lowly junior members of the staff.
Lenora nodded her head emphatically . “Derrick asked for you personally, Rachel. He seemed very excited about something.”
Rachel closed her file folder and looked around as if she could find the reason for this unexpected summons in the walls or carpeting . The lobby area was done in shades of white and cream colors with fresh flowers brought in every week in various shades depending on the season. Because fall was in full swing, there were yellows and golds this week, creating a stark contrast to the white and cream décor. But even the flowers couldn’t provide an explanation.
“Did he say what this was about?”
Lenora shrugged her shoulders and answered the next call, efficiently directing the call to the appropriate person.
Rachel went to her tiny office and put her notes down. She pulled the papers out of the folder she’d worked on yesterday after returning home from her father ’ s cottage . Okay, she acknowledged to herself that it was more of a running away scenario. She’d spent the rest of Saturday evening locked away in her tiny apartment vacillating between fits of anger over Rais for pushing her to the breaking point and crying at how pathetic h e probably viewed her after the pitiable way she’d scrambled away from him in the loft.
Even now, thinking about the dumbfounded expression on his handsome face when she’d glanced back up to him from the stable doorway, she couldn’t believe how childish she ’d acted.
She looked at her small desk covered with vendor information and brochures, her computer screen with sticky notes on three sides and even her lamp had reminder notes. This was not the time to work through her fear of intimacy with the fabulously handsome but terrifyingly large Sheik of Dunari , she reminded herself. She had tons of work to do and missing anything over the next five days would be extremely bad for her
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