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too young for me, but he’s the type of man worth a sexual harassment suit. Anyway, he’s brilliant and your father took to him like nothing I’ve ever seen.”
    “I'm shocked my father thought that highly of him. He'd always been more conservative in his vision for the company, unless that changed lately. He wasn’t at the meeting; I would have expected him to be on the board.”
    “It was coming up for vote next week. Your cousin, Bradley, was the most vocal against it and was trying to persuade your uncle and a few of the others to vote against him.”
    “But Bradley isn’t even a board member.”
    “Exactly. Bradley was miffed that Alex had been invited to serve on the board. He was hoping the vacant slot after Arthur Hicks retired would go to him. He didn’t hide his distaste for Alex.”
    “How did Alex respond?"
    “In his usual way,” Natalya said. “He shrugged it off. He comes across as laid-back, but behind that polite southern charm is a barracuda. He’ll get what he wants in the end.”
    “And the others?”Allison prodded.
    “Well, Paul as you know has been with your father from the start. Until Alex arrived on the scene, I would have said his chances were the best. Now I’m not so sure. The other two are interchangeable. The company will remain safe under any of the three. They're cost conscious and keep an eye on the bottom line. Just put their names in a hat and draw one out.”
    “Thank you, Natalya, this is really helpful. I see why my father spoke so highly of your abilities.” Natalya smiled genuinely. Allison wasn’t above laying it on a little thick. Making sure Natalya’s claws stayed sheathed would only expedite matters. And besides, she held a grudging respect for Natalya. Anyone who could put up with her father for the last twenty years must have a substantial set of cojones.
     
     

Chapter 6
    Allison walked into her loft after eight that evening. She loved the Art Deco influence of the building, nestled in the heart of SoHo. Though she was too drained to notice much, as she opened the door, the aroma of delectable, homemade coffee cake hit her. She stood at the kitchen table and stared at the perfectly shaped mound of doughy cinnamon cake with its creamy glaze oozing down the sides. It was like a mirage—so starved was she for simple comfort. She touched it; it was real and still warm. The propped-up note read: EAT. CALL ME. She smiled with a fatigue that was deep within her grumbling belly. Allison kicked off her shoes and walked back to her door. She opened it and at the top of lungs called out “KENYON!”
    The other door on the floor flung open. “No need to shout, doll, you should’ve known I’d be waiting for you on your first day back home. I'm sorry I missed the funeral, but you didn't give me much time to get back from Paris. But I'm here now, so tell me all about it,” he said as he walked toward her and swept her into his six-foot two frame.
    She took big gulping breaths as she leaned into him. When she finally pulled away, she looked into his chocolate brown eyes and patted his chest, “Been laying off the Twinkies?”
    “Ah, my bitch is back. Changing the subject is your specialty. Avoidance will rear up and bite you in your firm, shapely butt.”
    “No one else could make me feel so good on the third worst day of my life.”
    “Was the office chaotic? Was it a teeming mass of testosterone gone awry? Oh, I think I just turned myself on.”
    Allison laughed, “Only you can turn a tragedy into a comedy. The company is functioning as a well-oiled machine—just what I expected. It’s the original old boys’ club. “
    “So, dish. Who are the front runners for the head honcho spot?”
    “Let’s eat this cake while it’s still warm.” She reached into the cabinet and pulled out a couple of plates.
    “That hot, huh? And I don’t mean the cake.”
    “Not talking about it.”
    “Tall? Blonde? He has to be very smart.”
    “I’m ignoring you,”