Her Best Friend's Wife
ears
ears old, and she'd finally made it a real job, a decent salary, and benefits. Receptionist at one of the city's most prestigious c
n had kept his promise; he'd been there through every struggle, every setback, every small vic
real paycheck. She'd invited some friends from her old neighborhood,
eeling crept over her. Invisible. Despite her crisp new clothes and practiced smile, she might as well have been
esent, but
nswering the phone with mechanical politeness. "S
polite nods. Lita was counting down the minutes until five o
he reception desk, his face red, his voice carrying across the lobby. "I was
ession tight with barely concealed panic. Mr. Whitmore, I a
s arriving in twenty minutes for a presentation that could make or break
ices. Janet's hands shook as she fumbled with the computer. Th
sto
enough to cut through his anger. I understand
s face, perhaps because she addressed him direc
her screen. But the Aurora room on the fifth floor is actually larger, has better acoustics, and the afternoon
anger wavered, confus
y, lowering her voice conspiratorially. Between you and me, the Meridian booking might have been a blessing i
deflating like a punctured ba
our clients arrive. And she glanced at the catering schedule. I'll have refre
h. Lita had no authority to offer complimentary catering. But she also knew that de-escal
relaxed. Well. Yes. Tha
and came around the desk, moving with a confidence she
cutive suite during the commotion. Tall, dark-haired, dressed in a charcoal suit that probabl
s photo in the employee handbook but never in person. He had
looking dir
ily ensconced in the Aurora room, the crisis averted. Janet had retreate
as imp
ide the reception desk, hands in his
Thorne, she said, her h
doing your job. That was thinking on your feet, reading a difficult persona
sponsible for keeping two people alive. From learni
service experien
ite a smile, but close. "I don't t
his week. L
tinez, that was some very unexpected wit under pressure. Most people would have
do something, s
ng he was seeing past her receptionist's uniform to somet
mething Lita couldn't quite name. Then Marcus
omeone with your instincts. Come by my of
t dry. I... what
es. Consider it a test. Impress me twice, and we'll
g Lita standing at the reception desk, her care
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