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not sure I’d be able to help you.”
     
    He stops, turning his head back toward them.
     
    “I’m sure someone can manage to answer a phone or two without you.” He says, glancing over to Benj as he eats his sandwich before stepping forward once again.
     
    She gulps as she watches him walk away, his shoulders square and his steps purposeful, before turning back to Benj.
     
    “Wow.” Her co-worker says, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “I guess he’s gunna be a real jerk.”
     
    “Well, he’s the boss.” She says, shrugging her shoulders. “What do you suppose he needs my help with?”
     
    “Hm. Go find out.” Benj says, flipping the tab of a soda, the crack and fizzle ringing through the cafeteria. “Whatever it is, it’s probably more exciting than your desk.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5   
     
     
     
    Megan stands quietly in the elevator, her palms wrapped around her elbows as she watches the dim, flickering light ding as she passes each floor. Finally, the machine stops as it reaches the 23 rd floor, the speakers jingling as the heavy doors open.
     
      Her heart pounds as she steps out, looking around the brightly lit, white room at the plush, brown leather couches. She walks into the hall, her heels clicking against the pale terrazzo flooring as she steps looking for Peter’s office.
     
    “Can I help you?” She hears someone say behind her.
     
    She turns, spotting a man wearing a deep red dress shirt and a Bluetooth headset sitting at a desk to her right.
     
    “Yeah,” She says, walking toward the area before stopping in front of the desk. “Mr. Marks wanted my help this afternoon. Is he around?”
     
    “And you are?” He asks as he types on his keyboard.
     
    “Megan.” She hears a familiar deep voice chime out to her left.
     
    They both look over at the source of the voice, seeing Peter standing in a doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame. “This way please.” He says, stepping back into his office and holding his hand out for her to follow.
     
    She walks into his office, watching in the doorway as Peter stands in front of a dark oak shelf, reaching for a bottle and smoothly pouring a deep brown beverage into two chilled glasses.
     
    He smiles at her as he hands her the drink before walking over to a plush brown leather sofa in the corner of his office. He sits, sighing as he relaxes his arm over the back of the couch.
     
    “Well, come on.” He says, patting the seat of the sofa. “Come and sit with me. And shut the door behind you.”
     
    She hesitates, taking a deep breath before stepping forward and letting the door fall closed behind her as she walks over to the couch and gently seats herself beside Peter, keeping an arm’s reach of distance between them.
     
    “You, uh… needed my help, sir?” She says, looking into the swirling caramel liquid as she rests the crystal glass on her lap.
     
    “Yeah,” He laughs, as he sips on his drink. “Help taking a fucking break for a little while.”
     
    She smiles, leaning into the plush back of the sofa as she takes a sip from her own drink before clearing the burning alcohol from the back of her throat with a cough.
     
    “Is it really that bad here?” She says, flashing a brief, shy smile his way.
     
    “No, no.” He says, leaning forward to place his drink on the lacquered dark wood coffee table by their knees. “Let’s not talk about work.”
     
    Megan nods, quickly taking another sip of her bourbon as she watches him shift to face her, resting his elbow on the back of the couch and his chin in his palm, his ice blue eyes trying to catch her own.
     
    “I know who you are,” He says. “Megan Kane. Your dad owns a dry cleaner and you went to West Point Elementary.”
     
    “You are him, aren’t you?” She says, nodding a chuckle escaping from between her lips. “No, you can’t be nerdy Peter.”
     
    “Yeah, I was nerdy Peter.” He says, a coy smile painting his face. “But now I