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remember half of the names of the people she’d been introduced to, and was looking forward to a little sanctuary from the curious gazes.
    “Like I said, I sit right over there, so let me know if you need anything,” Jeannie said.
    “I will. Thank you, Jeannie.” She watched the woman walk away before returning her gaze to her office, not quite moving. The office was not only twice the size of the conference room that she’d worked out of at Meiers and Rooney, but with the large windows, she was provided a stunning view outside at the financial district. She might have gasped as she drew near.
    How did anyone ever do any work with that view?
    Fighting the urge to take a video of the place with her iPhone to send to Anna and Tessa, Quinn began unpacking the few things she’d brought for her first day. She glanced at the walls covered with gorgeous artwork and was glad she’d decided not to bring her poster print of a field of poppies since it would have been sadly out of place. Her ceramic turtle with the hidden compartment in the underbelly filled with her stash of peanut butter M&M’s she had no similar compunction about as she set it reverently on the corner of the desk. She was just about to steal a couple of the candies when there was a knock on her door, and she whipped around guiltily.
    James Thornhill II in the flesh.
    And looking impeccable and dashing in a black tailored suit and a crisp lavender shirt that he somehow pulled off—and quite well. As he no doubt knew.
    “I trust you’re finding everything you need?”
    “So far so good. Jeannie already showed me the supply room and the break room, so that’s a good start.”
    “Good. Very good.” Only, now, as he drew nearer, she could see that he didn’t appear quite as polished as she’d thought. Tired might best describe him. Distracted as he rubbed his jaw that was peppered with a few days’ worth of growth. “Actually, if you had a minute, I was hoping I could have you review something for me. It’s some paperwork that Blossom Brew sent over last night.”
    “You want me to review it?” she asked. He nodded. “Um, sure, I’d be happy to, but you should know. Contracts and franchise agreements aren’t exactly my forte, so I don’t know what my opinion will be worth.”
    “Dennis has already looked them over, of course, but I thought another set of eyes wouldn’t hurt. And you are part of our executive team now, so it might give you some idea of what we’re doing.”
    With a last glance at her personal things, she followed James down to the end of the hall where they stopped at a large corner office. Three entire freaking floors and she was practically neighbors with the spawn of Satan?
    Wait. She had to stop thinking like that. She worked with him now.
    After a quick introduction to James’s secretary and personal assistant, Pauline—an older lady with shrewd eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor—Quinn followed him inside. She took a seat in a leather chair across from his desk, trying not to gape out at the view over the bay that his corner office provided.
    He handed her a few pieces of paper, and she skimmed through, trying to familiarize herself with some of the terms all while very aware of James, standing silently with his back to her as he stared out the windows.
    Something didn’t seem quite right. She read it again.
    “I don’t think this clause here is correct. As it reads currently, the duration of this subsection could continue into perpetuity. It needs to be more close-ended.”
    He turned around, scanning his desk for a moment before grabbing a pen. “Here, why don’t you just take down your notes and I’ll have Dennis take another look. In fact”—he paused—“later today, Dennis and I are heading to Chicago for a meeting with the folks from Blossom Brew. What would you say about tagging along? I think it might be helpful to have your perspective on things.”
    Just up and take off to Chicago? Just like