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I
felt
a
bit
ashamed
of
myself
for
the
thought.


Follow
me
and
you
can
begin.


Right
now?

I
guess
I'd
thought
I'd
get
a
little
break.


Yes,
from
now
till
we're
done.


All
right.
I
have
a
phone
call
to
make,
though.

I
stood
up,
unsteady
on
my
feet
as
I
grabbed
my
purse
and
a
few
other
belongings.


Make
it
on
the
way
up
to
my
office.

Magnus
whirled,
and
I
hurried
out
the
door
behind
him,
the
voices
growing
louder.

I
reached
the
elevator
right
behind
him
just
as
the
call
went
through
to
the
bar.


Hi,
Rick.
I'm
quitting.


What?

He
sounded
gobsmacked.


Yeah,
I'm
sorry.
I'll
explain
more
later.
I
got
something
I
can't
pass
up.


All
right,
sweetie.
We'll
miss
you.
I'll
get
your
last
check
together
and
mail
it
to
you.
Drop
your
keys
off
this
week
when
you
can.

The
elevator
stopped
in
front
of
us,
and
we
got
on.


I
will.
Thanks
for
everything.


Don't
sweat
it.
Good
luck,
Mel.


Thanks.

Tears
gathered
in
my
eyes
as
Magnus
closed
the
elevator
door.


I'm
glad
you've
accepted
the
job,
Linda,

he
said,
calling
me
by
the
nickname
he'd
given
me
last
night.


Thanks
for
offering
it.
I'm
eager
to
get
to
work.

The
words
were
mechanical,
but
what
did
one
say
to
a
man
like
this
and
a
job
like
the
one
I
now
had...whatever
it
was?


Good.
When
I
saw
some
of
the
work
you'd
done
for
the
company,
I
knew
I
wanted
you
to
come
be
my
direct
employee.

I
realized
how
close
he
was
standing
to
me.
It
wasn't
unpleasant.


Oh.


Don't
you
want
to
know
why?

I
gaped
at
him.

Sure.
Yes.


I
think
your
brochures
are
brilliant,
and
when
I
learned
you'd
come
up
with
the
concepts,
I
had
to
have
you.

His
cool
gaze
bored
into
me
as
the
elevator
whizzed
up.

It
seemed
like
all
the
air
had
left
the
small
space
for
a
moment.


Thanks.
I
don't
know
what
to
say.


Just
what
you
did.
Always
take
a
compliment,
Linda.

He
brushed
a
hair
behind
my
ear,
and
I
held
my
breath
as
his
warm
hand
touched
my
skin.

I
smiled.

I
will.

The
elevator
dinged
all
too
soon.
I'd
wanted
to
feel
his
hands
on
me
again.

He
didn't
mean
to
do
that.
It
was
harmless...he
probably
just
noticed
a
stray
hair
and
couldn't
help
himself.
Most
CEOs
are
neat
freaks
or
at
least
control
freaks.

I
followed
him
off
the
elevator
and
gasped.
I
couldn't
help
myself.
His
office
was
amazing.
I'd
heard
rumors
about
it,
nestled
at
the
top
of
the
building
in
what
looked
like
a
glassed
-
in
dome
from
the
Pittsburgh
city
streets.
All
I'd
heard
was
true...and
more.


This
is...

I
trailed
off,
unable
to
find
the
word.


Amazing,
extravagant,
opulent.

He
smirked
and
led
me
beyond
an
initial,
plush
waiting
area.


Yes,
something
like
that.

I
gasped
for
air
as
I
followed
his
quick
stride.


Sir,
would
you
like
me
to
hold
your
calls?

An
attractive,
middle
-
aged
secretary
asked
from
the
outer
area.


Yes,
that
would
be
good.
Thanks,
Pam.

The
woman
smiled,
and
I
could
tell
she
truly
liked
Magnus
Gray.

Well,
that's
always
a
good
sign,
if
an
employer's
well
loved.


About
the
office
area,

he
broke
off
to
open
his
door.

My
heart
was
knocking
around
like
mad
as
I
took
in
the
panoramic
view,
gleaming
surfaces
and
space.


Wow.


It's
not
what
I'd
have
wanted.

He
strode
to
the
window,
looking
out.

It's
all
a
bit
robber
baron,
don't
you
think?
And
Pittsburgh's
had
enough
of
that.


Perhaps,
but
your
father
must
have
wanted
it.

Magnus
frowned.

He
did.
He
liked
power.
Everything
else
was
a
distant
dot
on
the
horizon
to
him.

I
clasped
my
hands
in
the
middle
of
the
room,
overwhelmed.

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