that?
“Today?” she asked, just to be certain.
“Sure. Our plane takes off at ten and we could wrap things up and be back around dinnertime.”
Our plane? She hoped her eyes hadn’t bugged out at this last bit. As a daughter of a coal miner from a small town in northern Idaho, she could count the number of times she’d flown on any airplane on one hand. She’d found it more economical to drive back and forth between her hometown and college over the years. And here he was actually proposing they just jet off to Chicago in their own plane?
But she could play it cool. “I guess Chicago it is.”
“Great. Why don’t you hold on to that,” he said, nodding toward the contract still in her hand, “look it over, and then get it back to me. I have you scheduled to meet with some of our top executives this week. Also, Paul Jansen will be taking you out to a few of our restaurants to get a feel for our operations, have you meet a few of the managers.”
She knew Paul well after conducting his deposition. Quite well, and she had to admit the prospect of a tour with the man sounded somewhat…challenging. But she could adapt. She’d worked with less cooperative people before.
She nodded and headed back to her office, making a mental list of all the things she had to do before they left for Chicago, not to mention the rest of the week.
Update the employee manual for the more than five thousand current employees.
Start a new employee newsletter.
Begin scheduling management training for the more than eight hundred managers of the company’s various restaurants and locations.
Squeeze in some time to read up on contract and property law.
Instead of feeling overwhelmed by the quickly growing list, however, Quinn had to admit to feeling a jolt of adrenaline rushing through her. This was action, direct action that she would initiate.
That was what she was telling herself twenty minutes later when James’s secretary, Pauline, knocked curtly on her door. “Mr. Thornhill thought you might want to review these before this afternoon’s meeting.”
These being a four-inch stack of documents that the woman set on the middle of the desk before heading right back out.
“Great,” Quinn said a little less enthusiastically.
She waited a moment to peer out through the glass walls of her office to see if anyone was looking and, the coast clear, pulled off the turtle’s shell to grab a handful of M&M’s. Now all she needed was a six-pack of Coke Zero and she’d be ready to push on through. It would be just like back in law school, cramming before an exam.
Tossing a handful into her mouth, she went off to the break room with pocket change to see what she could find.
* * *
J ames had been studying the latest quarterly projections when he sensed someone watching him from the door. He glanced up to find piercing blue eyes much like his own studying him from a weathered but strong-featured face that still managed to be handsome and refined despite his seventy-one years.
Cyrus Thornhill. His grandfather.
Did he ever not appear as if he was judging James? And finding him wanting?
“Sir. Come in,” he said even though the old man was already stepping in, looking round the space.
“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable. I also saw Pauline earlier. Good to see that you didn’t try to shake everything up by replacing her.”
“Not even possible. Pauline knows everything about this place and could probably run it better than anyone.”
Cyrus didn’t bother to reply. It had been three weeks since James had seen his grandfather. Back on that day when he’d been summoned to the emergency board meeting where the board voted to fire Neil and hire James in his place.
It had been the last thing in the world James had ever expected. Not because he didn’t believe he was qualified. If anything, he couldn’t think of anyone more qualified for the position. But the last time he’d been anywhere near Thornhill’s base of