name, but Phyllis had already taken off in a new direction.
“The biggest thing on our agenda right now is the contract we’re bidding on with TriTerraCorp. If we get that, we’ll be secure for a good two years.”
“TriTerraCorp?” Gayle said brightly. “I used to work there.”
“No kidding? I hear they are a great place to work.”
Gayle nodded. “They are. A lot of deadline pressure, but the people are great… So, what’s he like?” she asked.
“The boss?” Phyllis shrugged, then grinned. “He’s a sweetie. You’ll like him.” She started out the door, then had a thought and looked back in. “He may seem a little goofy at first. He’s into elephant jokes this week. But if you can get beyond that, he’s super. I’ll come back to get you at ten-thirty and take you to meet the big guy.”
And she disappeared into the hallway.
Gayle sat very still, staring after her. Elephant jokes? No. It couldn’t be.
But she knew right away that it was, and her heart started to thump loudly in her chest.
“Jack Marin.” She said the name with involuntary acidity. Grabbing one of the company pamphlets, she flipped it open and searched the title page. There it was: Jack Marin, company president. “Oh!”
She sat very still, a feeling of doom settling over her. She knew this was no coincidence. Jack had planned this and pulled it off at a few hours notice. He’d contacted the temp agency and set it up. He probably knew people there, just as he knew people at the fertility lab. And whom did she know? She bit her lip. No one much. Suddenly she felt very vulnerable.
She rose unsteadily, feeling slightly dizzy. She was going to leave before Jack found out she knew about his trap. Steadying herself, she took a deep breath and started for the lobby.
“Hey,” said a voice from down the hall. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She didn’t have to turn to know who it was, but she did anyway. She spun and glared at Jack as he came strolling toward her, looking very sure of himself.
“Home,” she said defiantly as he came to a stop a few feet from her. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but think that spurning him and his job would be much easier if he weren’t so handsome, standing there in his crisp tan suit with a smile that reminded her of a certain cocky film star. She set her jaw and put more effort into it. “This won’t work, Jack.” Turning on her heel, she set off toward the glass doorway to the parking lot. “I need a real job,” she called back over her shoulder.
He managed to beat her to the corner, blocking her way. “And I need a real Web designer. We’re a perfect match.”
She took another look at that devastating smile and suddenly felt paralyzed. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “We’re not. I’m not…” She looked toward the glass door, but it was no use. Her knees were buckling and her head was spinning.
“Gayle!”
He caught her in his arms before she fell, looking down into her face with real concern. She blinked up at him. The room was still slightly askew.
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