the office atmosphere formal,” Karen said, plucking a dead petal off the bunch of roses Tori had swiped from the garden to put on her desk.
“Okay, then call me Victoria.”
The woman didn’t even smile.
“That was a joke,” Tori muttered. Karen was at least twenty years her senior. It was silly to address Tori as Ms. Whitford. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Karen started for the door, stopped and turned. “In private I’ll call you Tori. In front of your father or the staff it’ll be Ms. Whitford.”
“Fair enough.”
Karen smiled and left, closing the door behind her.
Sighing, Tori sank into her office chair, immediately kicked her shoes off under her desk and bent to massage her left arch. She hadn’t worn high heels for years. What the hell had she been thinking?
About Jake mostly.
Not good. There was more to life than sex. He wasn’t part of her long-term plan. She shouldn’t be thinking about him at all.
She straightened and flexed her foot while she organized the stack of reports Karen had left on her desk. The company’s prospectus she’d already reviewed yesterday so she skipped that and went to the profit and loss statements for last quarter.
Just as she started reading, she was interrupted by a brief knock at her door, and then it opened.
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