Chapter Three
Krista arrived at work thirty minutes later than normal, thanks to a flat tire. The low-slung red sports car was already in the CEO spot. Her heart thumped like a mad drummer, which quite annoyed her as she crossed the parking lot.
She halted with one foot on the sidewalk in front of the entrance. A sign was attached to a post supporting the cover over the red car. It had her name on it.
Frowning, she changed direction and went to the covered parking area. While there was space for two vehicles under the portico, no one had dared challenge James’s exclusive right to the middle of the spot. Lance had left plenty of room for another car.
Disgruntled at yet another change, she marched into the building and up the stairs. Her secretary gave her a warning glance when she arrived at the door of the CFO suite.
“Good morning, Tiff. Is something up that I should know about?” she asked, pausing by the other’s desk.
“Mason came in about fifteen minutes ago and headed straight for the big office.”
Krista was taken aback by this information. Mason in town was a surprise, and his being at the office was a shock, especially in light of the new ownership. “Trouble?”
Tiff shrugged. “Mason raised his voice once, but since then I haven’t heard anything.”
Krista nodded and continued into her office. After storing her purse in the credenza, she stopped in front of an ornate wall mirror and studied her reflection.
A tiny frown of tension was evident in two little lines between her eyes. She forced the muscles to relax.
This morning she wore one of her power suits, as Uncle Jeff’s wife Caileen called them. As a Family Services counselor, her aunt—step-aunt, actually, since Jeff Aquilon had been a brother to Krista’s and Tony’s stepfather—had helped her select clothing for the business image she’d wanted to project when she’d had to do a senior presentation in college.
Deciding against all black for her first day as the COO, she’d chosen black slacks with a gray pinstripe. The pinstripe had a touch of red running through it. The tailored blouse was also black, but the suit jacket was a buttery soft leather in brilliant power red.
She looked, she thought, like a woman who knew what she was doing, who knew where she was going—like a woman who was used to taking charge.
Fortunately, only she knew her knees were knocking.
Her intercom buzzed. When she answered, Tiff told her she was wanted in the CEO’s office.
Going into the corridor, she reflected that James had always opened the conference room door and bellowed her name so that it could be heard clear out to the parking lot. A polite request through the secretary was another change, one for the better, in her opinion. She hated yelling of any kind.
Before she reached the end office, she came face-to-face with Mason, who was leaving it. “Hello, Mason,” she said in a friendly fashion.
He stopped in front of her, his smile more of a sneer than a greeting. “My, you certainly move fast when you put your mind to it, don’t you?”
She tried to figure out just what his remark meant. When she’d first been promoted to head of the accounting department, the heir-apparent had tried to put a move on her, but she’d acted obtuse, as if she didn’t catch on that he was trying to start something.
Even at twenty-two, she’d known it was bad judgment to get involved with someone who could derail her fledgling career. There was also the fact that he didn’t appeal to her in any way, shape or form.
“I try,” she said lightly, assuming he referred to her now being the chief operations officer and aware that all around them others were straining their ears to hear what was being said between them. “I wasn’t sure you would be with us anymore.”
“Where did you think I would be?” he demanded in a definite snarl.
“I thought you might decide to retire and live the life of a rich playboy,” she told him, knowing he liked to imagine himself as a jet-setter.
“Not with my father controlling the purse strings,” he said, anger overriding the earlier sarcasm. “And now, you’re the one in charge. Maybe the new CEO will let you try some of your ideas.”
His tone implied he shared his father’s views of her notions. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed,” she said calmly.
He snorted and walked away whistling “Hail to the Chief.”
At times she would really like to give him a good smack across the mouth, she acknowledged, going into Thea’s office. “I understand Mr. Carrington wants to see me.”
Without answering, the secretary pushed the button on her phone set. “Krista Aquilon is here.”
“Ask her to come in, please,” Lance said politely.
Thea nodded at Krista.
As far as Krista could remember, Thea had managed to never call her by her title or even Ms. Aquilon, as if this was beneath her lofty position. Strange woman. Krista went into the inner office.
Lance rose and came to her, hand out. Krista shook hands with him, more than a little wary. Even so, she wasn’t quite prepared for the jolt of electricity that rushed up her arm and to all parts of her body.
Gray eyes flicked over her. “You look stunning this morning,” he said with an approving nod.
“Actually I was going for ‘person-in-charge’ rather than stunning,” she told him. “I blew it, huh?”
“You look like a person of immense authority,” he assured her. There was laughter in his eyes. “Coffee? I just made some—apparently Thea doesn’t do coffee—and it’s good, if I do say so.”
“Please, with one sugar.” She smiled when he did, a real smile, and felt some of the tension drain out of her shoulders as she took her usual chair at the side of the big desk. “I met Mason in the hall. For some reason, I assumed he would no longer be with the company.”
Lance settled behind the desk. They sipped the excellent brew in silence for a few seconds. “Did he give you any trouble?”
“Not really. He may have been a tad disappointed that he wasn’t named the COO.”
The new boss shrugged. “Then he should have shown some real interest in the company at some time during the past twenty years. If he gives you any problems, fire him.”
Krista nearly choked on her coffee.
Lance continued. “I felt like doing that this morning when he walked in here unannounced. He was supposed to have been here yesterday for the staff meeting.”
“He has a tendency to be late,” she explained. “Or not show up at all. I guess he thought he could continue his old ways. My secretary said she heard him raise his voice. If he was insubordinate, why didn’t you tell him to clear out?” The question was pure curiosity on her part.
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