hard.â
âThatâs not for you to decide.â
She knew that was true. But it wasnât for Tuck to decide, either.
âHe doesnât even know about our father,â said Tuck.
âIf he knew, heâd come home.â
Tuckâs voice rose. âOf course heâd come home.â
âAnd then heâd be back to square one, worse off than he was before. I know it must be hard for you without him.â
âYou know ? You donât know anything.â
âIâve worked here for five years.â It was on the tip of her tongue to say that it was a whole lot longer than Tuck had worked here, but she checked herself in time.
âAs an assistant .â
âYes.â
âYou donât have the full picture. You donât know the risks, the critical decisions.â
âI know Dixon.â
Tuckâs tone turned incredulous. âYouâre saying I donât?â
Amberâs voice rose. âIâm saying Iâve been here. I watched how hard heâs worked. I saw how much your father slowed down these past months. I watched what Kassandraâs infidelity did to him. He was losing it, Tuck. He took a break because he had no other choice.â
Tuck gripped the side of the desk, his jaw going tight.
Amber mentally braced herself for an onslaught.
But his voice stayed steady, his words measured. âMy father was slowing down?â
âYes. A lot. Margaret was funneling more and more work to Dixon. Dixon was scrambling. He was staying late, coming in early, traveling all over the world.â
âHe likes traveling.â
âYou canât constantly travel and still run a company. And then Kassandra.â
âHer behavior was despicable.â
âIt hurt him, Tuck. Yes, he was disgusted and angry. But he was also very badly hurt.â
Tuck rocked back on his heels, his expression going pensive. âHe didnât let on.â
Amber hesitated but decided to share some more information. If it would help Tuck understand the gravity of the situation, it would do more good than harm.
âThere were times when I heard more than I should,â she said. âI know Dixon was ready to be a father. He thought they were trying to get pregnant. Instead, she was taking birth control pills and sleeping with another man.â
It was clear from Tuckâs expression that Dixon hadnât shared that information with him. He sat down, and his gaze went to the computer screen. âHe still needs to know about our father.â
She knew it wasnât her place to stop Tuck. âDo what you need to do.â
He glanced up. âBut youâre not going to help me?â
âThereâs nothing more I can do to help you find Dixon. But Iâll help you run Tucker Transportation.â
âFinding Dixon is the best thing we can do to run Tucker Transportation.â
âI disagree,â she said.
âBully for you.â
âThe best thing you can do to run Tucker Transportationis to run Tucker Transportation.â
Tuck was silent while he moved the mouse and typed a few keys. âYou should have told me.â
âTold you what?â She found herself moving around the desk, curious to see what he would find on the computer.
âWhat he was planning,â said Tuck as he scrolled through Dixonâs email. âThat he was secretly leaving.â
She recognized the headers on the email messages, since they automatically copied to her account. âIâm Dixonâs confidential assistant. I donât share his personal information with anyone else.â
âThereâs nothing here but corporate business,â said Tuck.
Amber knew that would be the case. Dixon was always careful to keep his personal email out of the corporate system. And heâd been doubly careful with the details of his secret vacation.
Tuck swiveled the chair to face her. âWhat would you do if you
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