the family name.
Mori was not looking any more convinced. Even the faintly encouraging expression on Helen’s face was looking strained.
If Kimi were not careful, she was either going to start crying or stomp her foot with temper and prove that she was the child everyone believed her to be.
She rose from the couch facing her parents. “Everyone in this family has been able to contribute in some way to TAKA-Hanson. Everyone except me. I am asking for an opportunity. Let me start somewhere. I will learn. I will work hard.”
“Like you worked hard at those mediocre grades you managed to earn?”
She winced. Mediocre indeed, but still passing, when she had intentionally tried to fail. “Working for the family business will be different. You have my promise. If I fail you—” she swallowed, thinking about the numerous times she had already done that “—or disgrace you, I will never ask for another favor.”
Mori’s lips compressed. His gaze flicked to his wife, then back to Kimi. She knew it had to be her imagination that there was a trace of humor in his eyes. Her father had very little reason to feel humorous where she was concerned, and she knew it. She knew that his reaction was deserved.
“I will follow whatever direction you set for me,” she added, feeling decidedly desperate.
“Even if that means agreeing to a suitable marriage?”
She barely kept her jaw from dropping. She looked at Helen. “Um…”
“Mori,” Helen chided softly. “You’re beginning to sound like your father.” Mori looked irritated, but Helen did not seem to let that bother her as she turned again to Kimi. “Perhaps Kimi should be given this opportunity. I’ll find someplace for her in our new hospitality division. The Taka Kyoto still has openings.”
Kimi’s lips parted, but she managed to contain the protest that had immediately sprung to life. She was Japanese by birth. Had been raised in Japan for much of her childhood. But the United States was the country of her heart. She had rather hoped to stay here—maybe even be part of the Taka Chicago, which was scheduled to open the following year. She had never thought she would be shuttled off to Japan.
“What does Kimi know about hotels?” Mori asked, as if she were not even present. “Other than staying in one?”
She was glad he didn’t add some caustic comment about the reasons she had supposedly been caught in some of those hotels.
Helen was ever positive, though. “She was studying business administration, Mori. Plus she’s bright, she’s capable and she’s energetic. As she said, she can learn.”
“She is a child.”
“She is twenty-one,” Kimi inserted, trying not to be too sarcastic, knowing that it would not help her cause.
Mori and Helen both looked back at her. “The development and opening of Taka Hotels has been a major undertaking,” Helen said, her soft voice serious. “I—we’ve—courted the finest people in the world to bring it about. It’s not a playground for you, darling.”
“I am not looking for a playground.”
“What are you looking for, Kimi-chan?”
Kimi eyed her father. She wanted to prove herself on her own merits. Just for once. “I want to be a credit to the Taka name.” That was also true and probably more in line with her father’s desires. “I believe I can do that better in the real world than I can in the academic one.” The only proof she had been finding in school was that she was never treated impartially.
He made a low “hmm,” clearly unconvinced.
But it was Helen who spoke. “I’ll speak with our general manager in Kyoto. See if there’s anything suitable.”
Kimi curtailed the urge to leap across the cocktail table to hug her stepmother. Kyoto or not, at least it was a chance. “Thank you. I will not disappoint you.”
But her inward grin faltered when her father pinned her with his hard gaze. “See that you do not, Kimiko. See that you do not.”
Chapter One
“There’s nothing like the smell of sawdust and paint in the morning, is there?”
Greg Sherman smiled faintly and looked past Shin Endo, his hand-picked director of security for the Taka Kyoto. “As long as the smell is gone before we open for guests.” His practiced gaze traveled over the soaring lobby space. In just a few weeks’ time, it would need to be a spotless showcase, fit for bearing the esteemed name of Taka, as it welcomed the celebrated and the wealthy into its comfort.
Right now, there was still concrete underfoot where wood floors would be inlaid among gleaming marble, the walls were bare of paint and paper, there was enough visible wiring that it looked as if rats had been at work and laborers and hotel staff were fairly crawling all over.
But beyond the chaos, Greg saw the order.
More importantly, he saw the future.
“Speaking of guests,” Shin said. “When’s the pampered heiress supposed to arrive?”
Greg absently flipped his hand down his silk tie and stepped around a pallet of shrink-wrapped banquet chairs. He caught the eye of Marco, one of his maintenance crew, and gestured at the pallet. “Get this moved down to storage.”
“Right away, Mr. Sherman.”
He didn’t wait to see that Marco followed words with action. “Next Monday,” he answered Shin. He continued walking through the mess toward the offices behind reception, Shin keeping stride. At thirty-five, the other man was three years older than Greg, and about a half-foot shorter.
As far as Greg was concerned, there wasn’t a better man in the field and fortunately, Helen Taka-Hanson hadn’t quibbled over the price that it had taken to lure Shin away from his previous employer. One thing Greg could say about his boss was that she was willing to pay for the best. She was also willing to put her own efforts into a project. Since she’d hired Greg to be the general manager of the Taka Kyoto, she’d proven to be hands-on while still managing to let Greg and his crew do the work they’d been hired to do without undue interference.
Until now.
“You think she’ll actually show up for work?”
“Kimiko Taka?” Greg shrugged. “I wouldn’t take bets on it. She’s a kid.” A wild child, from all reports, whose social activities were often regaled by the press. Greg still wasn’t pleased that Helen had stuck him with her stepdaughter. “Officially, she’ll only be Grace’s very junior sales associate.” Grace Ishida ran the sales and catering department, which had responsibility for everything from banquets to full-scale conventions and everything in between. “I doubt being a peon will appeal to the girl too much.” At which time, Kimi Taka would surely take herself right back out of his hair.
“And Boss-lady agreed to that position for her stepdaughter?”
“She suggested it,” Greg admitted. He understood Shin’s surprise,
