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smiled slightly. “She
    seemed rather miffed that she didn’t have the
    information. Knowing Claire, she’s doing everything
    possible to find out.”
    “Good,” he nodded. “I’m going to get some lunch.
    You need anything?”
    “Oh, no,” she stammered. “That is, um, could you
    pick up a sandwich for me?”
    Bingo! Keith shouted mentally. He barely managed
    not to smile.
    “Sure,” he replied. “What kind?”
    “Chicken salad, please,” she said, reaching for her
    purse.
    “Serena, I think I can manage a sandwich,” he
    drawled.
    She turned and caught the twinkle in his eyes. Her
    jaw dropped as he winked at her and walked out.
    “Who was that man and what did he do with my
    boss?” she muttered, shaking her head. “Well, whoever
    you are, I hope you’re watching and see that I’m not in
    the cafeteria.”
    Wrapping her arms around her waist, she wondered
    what would happen next. A delicious feeling of
    anticipation ran up and down her back.
    She was on the last few bites of her sandwich when
    Mark Hammond walked in.
    “What’s this?” his voice boomed out. His broad
    upper body leaned over her desk and Serena shrank
    back before she could stop herself. “He won’t even let
    you leave your desk for lunch? Keith, what the hell is
    this?” he raised his voice more and projected it toward
    the partially open door. “You don’t let…”
    “He bought my lunch, Mark,” Serena retorted,
    relieved her voice sounded calm to her ears. “I was
    waiting for a couple calls.” She inhaled sharply. Why
    was she even responding to him? She didn’t owe him
    anything after what happened a year and a half ago.
    He would not intimidate her! “How is Penny?”
    Mark gave her a blank stare.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Penny Davidson,” she prompted. “Your fiancée?”
    “Oh, yes,” he smiled stiffly. “She’s fine.”
    “Of course, she’s fine,” Keith said from his doorway.
    “Mark, I’ve got a very tight schedule today. Why
    wouldn’t you tell Serena what this was about?”
    “She’s
    an
    assistant,
    Keith,”
    Mark
    replied,
    shrugging. “Does it matter?”
    “Yes, it does,” Keith frowned. “She’s my assistant
    and that means I expect people to treat her with respect
    and give her the information she requests.” He gave
    Mark a stern look. “Is that clear?”
    “Of course, of course,” he nodded. “Now,” he waved
    the folder in his hand. “How would you like to see
    something you’ll love and want yesterday?”
    “I can’t imagine what that could be,” Keith
    murmured, stepping aside so Mark could precede him
    into the office.
    Seeing Serena watching him, Keith opened and
    closed his hand twice, fingers spread. She grinned at
    the established signal and nodded as he closed the door.
    Within five minutes, though, she heard Mark’s
    raised voice. Looking up from her monitor, she watched
    the door. Sure enough, she could hear the low rumble of
    Keith’s baritone.
    “It wouldn’t hurt my feelings if Mark got himself
    fired,” she muttered. “I’d toast to that with relish.”
    “Miss Serena Traydon?”
    Her head swiveled to the hall door.
    “Yes?” she frowned at the sight of the delivery man.
    “Scott from West Side Florist,” he smiled,
    approaching the desk.
    The office door was flung open and Mark stomped
    out. He turned around and waved his arms. Keith
    appeared, calm, resolute and confident. Serena was
    wary of Mark in this mood, but Keith’s watchful eye was
    reassuring.
    “Keith, you obviously don’t understand how
    brilliant this is! Your father and Kevin thought it was
    revolutionary and—”
    “I appreciate your enthusiasm, Mark,” Keith replied
    from the doorway. “But this is my company, not my
    father’s.” He saw the delivery man. “Yes?”
    “I have a delivery for Miss Traydon.”
    Keith gestured to Serena.
    “Deliver it,” he told him.
    Silently, the man brought his right hand from
    behind his back and set a crystal bud vase on her desk.
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