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was also telling her it was time to get her head screwed on straight. Yanking at the keychain, Katharine gathered her thoughts and her things and headed inside.
    In her own hallway on Light & Geryon’s twentieth floor, she made out Allistair hovering over Lisa’s desk, a wide, telling smile on his face. With a sigh, she reprimanded them both. “Mr. West. Do not spend your time flirting with Miss Breu.” She directed her gaze to Lisa next. “Even if she states that it is a job requirement. There should be no fraternization among employees.”
    Katharine stepped through her door with Mr. West hot on her sharp heels. “Is that a company policy?”
    In her own office, feet planted on the carpet, she turned to face him squarely. “Not in print, but at any level of common sense, yes.”
    Ignoring him now, or trying to, she settled her things on her desk. It was hard to ignore the presence of another person in her space. There was plenty of physical room, but she’d been taking up all the atmosphere here for a while now, and Mr. West was an affront to that. Or maybe it was him; maybe
he
took up too much atmosphere.
    He worked quietly over his desk, a smaller version of hers, in the corner he’d been relegated to. His dark hair was combed out of his face, letting her see all the planes and angles while he worked. His fingers marched across the keys in short bursts, alternating the staccato typing with scratching notes on a legal pad he had carefully set at his side. He used the computer programs she had first showed him the day before with almost the same ease that he used the fountain pen.
    Her eyes seemed pulled to him, unable to look away or to concentrate on her own work. Finally she forced herself to open her programs and do something. She checked her emails first, returning those she could and finding out what was needed for others. That alone generated work for the first half of the day. But that was standard in her world. Researchers found what was needed for the other employees, and when that was done they dug up other investment opportunities.
    Katharine was likely the most overpaid researcher the firm had ever seen. But she was a Geryon. So she didn’t think about it much. It was, quite simply, what was.
    She pulled files, sent Mr. West out on errands under the guise of his “getting to know the layout of the office,” and showed him another path through the computer system. He hadn’t seemed to have forgotten anything from yesterday, so Katharine amused herself by giving him a pop quiz.
    He aced it. Much to her surprise.
    After he left for a short lunch break, she pondered the possibility that West was her replacement. That would mean she was headed to a new department. Katharine pondered her options for the rest of the day. Her hands kept up with her responsibilities, but her brain was elsewhere. Even as she drove home, she wondered what her next department would be. She had held every position in the tax department. That had been kind of fun, trying to outthink the laws and find a legal place to store money for Light & Geryon’s wealthiest clients. But aside from running that department, there wasn’t much she could learn there. And Dean Geckhoff wasn’t likely to kick the bucket anytime soon, which was the only way he was going to let go of the death grip he had on his job.
    Client Relations was an option. She’d started there but hadn’t learned the whole arena before her father had deemed her fit to move to another position.
    Her key was in the lock of her condo door before she was able to jump from the runaway train her brain had become and bring her focus back to the present. She had a date with Zachary Andras tonight, and this morning she’d have willingly taken a bet that nothing would have budged her mind from that. But her brain had been absolutely hijacked by curiosity about her assistant.
    Now she boldly walked into her own apartment, determined to be unafraid of what she might find. Her