gave the merest hint of a smile. “Very concerned, it appears. I’m glad to see it.” He turned back to Leila. “Matt was asking about Jennifer’s plans for her future with the company. What do you know about that?”
Leila blushed, and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Well, with her being alone and all, I heard that she might find work that she can do at home.”
“Day care is a concern for several of the women here,” Kane murmured, then asked Matt. “Have you done any research about that? What do you think about having it on-site?”
“I think it can work,” Matt said. He’d been mulling over the idea for a few weeks now, since Kane had first mentioned the possibility. “I’ve run some preliminary numbers and I think it would ultimately save the company a considerable sum. Not to mention the fact that it would foster that sense of well-being you were just advocating for employees.” He smiled.
Kane smiled back. “My thoughts exactly. Where do you propose setting it up?”
“In the offices on the 15th floor that are currently housing old computers and parts. We could donate the hardware to a local seniors’ center, take a nice tax deduction, and turn the rooms into a day-care center.”
“Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out.”
“Everything except the reality of it. I still need to talk to the parents here, find out what their needs are and determine whether we can provide them.” Jen would be the perfect one to talk to, in fact.
“Do it,” Kane said. “Give me a detailed report, include the pros and the cons, and we’ll see what we can do.”
“You got it.”
Kane nodded. “Also, I want four temps brought in to pick up the slack. I have a feeling things are going to be pretty volatile around here for a while.” He stood up and gave Matt a thump on the shoulder. “Keep up the good work.”
“Thanks, Kane.” He watched Kane go and turned back to Leila. “Did Jen tell you that herself?”
Leila’s eyes were fixed on Kane as he exited. She was like a teenager with a crush. Half the women in the office were like that over Kane. “What?” she asked, distractedly.
“Jen Martin. Did she tell you that she might not stay with the company?”
Leila turned back to him and shook her head. “I just heard it through the grapevine. Kane’s right, you do seem awfully concerned about her.”
He wasn’t going to dignify that implication with an answer. He stood up. “If it has to do with staff changes, I’m concerned. I’m going to go see what she has to say about this herself.” He started out the door. “Print out that report on absenteeism and office day care.”
“Okay. Should I send your calls to Jen’s office?”
“Take messages,” Matt tossed over his shoulder.
He punched the elevator button and stood back, impatiently tapping his foot. He didn’t see much of Jen at work, but he’d be awfully sorry if she left. There was just something nice about having her around. He’d miss seeing her face. He pushed the elevator button again. Maybe, if she was considering leaving, the day-care center would convince her to stay.
Finally the elevator doors opened and Susan Bane stepped out.
“Is Jen in her office?” he asked, without preamble.
Susan nodded. “I just saw her. Why?”
“I just need to talk to her for a minute.”
“Well, you’d better hurry, she’ll be gone soon.”
“What do you mean?” he asked sharply.
Susan looked surprised. “She was getting ready to go to lunch.”
“Oh.” Relief. “Maybe I can catch her.”
“Watch out.” Susan laughed. “Lately, if Jen wants to eat, you’d better stay out of the way.”
He smiled and the doors began to close. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
When he got to her office, Jen was indeed on her way out. She already had her coat and scarf on. In one mittened hand she held a doughnut, and, as she tried to close her office door, her keys slipped out of the other.
Matt swooped in and bent down to pick them up for her. “Hey,” he said, handing her the key chain.
Her face flushed prettily, making her green eyes sparkle even more than usual. “Hey,” she said back. “Thanks. What are you doing down here?”
“I came to see you, actually.”
“Me?”
“Yes, can you spare a few minutes?” Honestly, he’d never seen such a beautiful example of the “bloom of pregnancy.” Jen had it in spades.
“Now?”
“Unless you’re in too much of a hurry.”
She shrugged. “I was just going to go home and eat. No biggie.”
“How about I take you to Slates for lunch?”
“Slates,” she repeated, with a raise of her brows. “What’s the occasion?”
“I need to have a talk with you.”
Her face paled. “You’re not firing me, are you? I know I’m going to need some time off, but—”
“No, Jen, no.” He was so touched by her unexpected show of vulnerability that he wanted to take her into his arms. “Actually, I want to pick your brain about childcare. Kane’s interested in putting a center on-site for you and the other parents here.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “That would be a godsend.”
“Great. Let’s go, then. Maybe we can hammer out enough of the details to get something started.”
Jen heaved her purse up onto her shoulder. “So whose idea was the day care? Yours?”
He shook his head. “I’d like to take credit, but it was Kane’s idea.”
She looked surprised. “No kidding?”
“No kidding.”
“Wow. He’s really been softening up lately. I saw him about ten minutes ago and he seemed unusually interested in how I’m feeling. I didn’t even know he knew who I was.”
Matt remembered his conversation with Kane earlier. “He knows who you are. You’re hard to miss.”
She made a face. “I know. Thanks for the reminder.” She gestured helplessly at her belly. “Not too much longer.”
“I didn’t mean that,” Matt said, then laughed. “Although you have a point. But you’re a standout anyway.”
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