his reaction. Of all the ungrateful employees he’d hired over the years, this one took the prize. “In that case, I wish you continued success.”
“I thought it best that I leave the company,” Janice said, raising her head now to boldly meet his gaze.
The anger flashing in her eyes caught him completely by surprise. Why she had any reason to be upset was beyond him. Zach had seen to it that she’d been well compensated for her skills. She’d advanced quickly, with routine pay hikes. In fact, there’d been some dissension in the office when Janice was given a promotion over other employees who’d been with the firm longer.
“Best that you resign?” Zach repeated.
“Yes,” she said, tilting her chin in a gesture of defiance. “I found it highly unprofessional of you to suggest that my skirts are too short and that I wear too much makeup.”
Zach opened and closed his mouth.
“I apologize, Janice. I can see that my comments were…not well received. You’re right—they were probably out of line.”
“Frankly, I think you have a lot of nerve.” She paused. “I thought…I hoped you’d understand.”
Zach frowned. He didn’t know what on earth she was talking about.
“I hoped that you and I, the two of us,” she faltered, “might one day be more than just employee and employer. I thought we were friends, but I also wanted you to notice me—as a woman.” She gestured down at her skirt, her high-heeled shoes. “I can see that isn’t going to happen.”
So Rosie had been right all along; Janice had been on the make. How could he have been so stupid? The signs had been there from the beginning. He tightened his jaw. “That will be all. I’ll see that your final check is drawn up immediately.”
“You’re letting me go…now?”
“Two weeks’ paid leave should be adequate compensation,” he said stiffly.
Without another word, Janice turned and walked out of his office. Zach was so angry he was shaking by the time she was gone. He hadn’t fully recovered when his phone line buzzed.
“Yes,” he snapped.
“Line one,” Janice said. “It’s the high school.”
Zach pushed down the button and reached for the receiver. If the high school was calling, he could bet it wasn’t about contributing to the latest fund-raiser.
“This is Zachary Cox,” he said in his most professional voice.
“Mr. Cox, this is LeAnn Duncan from Cedar Cove High School verifying that Allison is home sick today.”
Zach stared up at the ceiling and held back a groan of frustration. “No, I dropped her off myself.” It hadn’t been an especially good morning. Allison had gotten up late and missed the bus and then she’d given him grief when he’d insisted on driving her to school on his way to the office.
It used to be that she sought out reasons for Zach to drop her off. They’d chat and he’d tease her about her outrageous music and she’d call him a geek. Her teasing didn’t offend him because those were good times with his daughter. Now he barely recognized the girl she’d become.
For the second time that morning, a sick feeling came over him. “I don’t know where she’d be,” he said before the school secretary could ask the next obvious question. But by heaven, he’d find her. And when he did, Zach would see to it that she never pulled this kind of stunt again.
“That’s your concern, Mr. Cox, not ours.”
He knew that, but he was already flustered by Janice’s resignation. Now his daughter had made it her personal mission to screw up the rest of his day.
“What are the consequences of her skipping classes?” he asked.
“Is this her first offense?” Mrs. Duncan asked. She paused and seemed to be scanning a chart or a computer screen. “Ah, I see here that it is. Has there been any upheaval in the family lately, Mr. Cox?”
“My wife and I were recently divorced.”
“That will do it. Well, I hope you can get the situation with Allison squared away.”
“Will she have any detentions?”
“Not for the first offense. She’ll need to attend Saturday school if it happens again.”
It wouldn’t; Zach would make sure of that.
“A third time means automatic suspension.”
“There won’t be a second or a third time,” Zach assured her.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Cox.”
“So am I,” he muttered as he replaced the receiver. He didn’t remove his hand and automatically dialed South Ridge Elementary, where Rosie was currently teaching fifth grade. She’d just been hired onto the permanent staff, which was both a blessing and a curse. It meant longer hours and more preparation time. He knew from Eddie’s comments that Rosie was often exhausted at the end of the day.
“This is Zachary Cox. Would it be possible to speak to my wife?” he asked the school secretary, not remembering until after he’d spoken that he was no longer married to Rosie. “It’s important.”
“Please hold.”
He must have waited five minutes before Rosie picked up the extension. “Zach,” she said, alarm in her voice. “What is it?”
“Allison skipped school.”
“What?” Rosie was as shocked as he was. “Today?”
“That’s right. She conveniently missed the bus, but I insisted on dropping her off. I should’ve known something was up, because she wasn’t happy with my offer to chauffeur her.”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t have a clue.” His initial reaction had been anger, but now he was alarmed. Allison was fifteen years old. His mind whirled with countless possibilities, none of them pleasant.
“I’ll meet you at the house as soon as I can.”
“You can leave the school?”
“I can if it’s a family emergency, and if this doesn’t qualify, I don’t know what does.”
Zach got to the house ten minutes before Rosie did. Zach watched her pull into the driveway; the car jerked forward as she stepped hard on the brakes. The driver’s door was open before the engine was completely dead.
“We need to call Hannah’s mother,” she said as she rushed past him and into the house.
Zach hated letting Rosie see what a mess the house was. After all the complaints he’d made about her housekeeping skills, the state of the living room was embarrassing. Thankfully she barely noticed as she ran into the kitchen and opened the drawer
