‘good time’ …
‘In fact,’ he continued, ‘it doesn’t sound to me as if working in any type of store is what you enjoy doing.’
She didn’t not enjoy it. It was just … There was no way she could even begin to explain to this man how she had moved to London six months ago with such high hopes for her future, her job as a PA to a successful businessman having proved to be every bit as exciting as she had hoped it would. She had travelled with her boss to America, Germany and France, and it had been an amazing experience.
But all of that had ended five weeks ago. And just thinking about that was guaranteed to ensure she didn’t have a ‘good time’ doing anything.
‘Beggars can’t be choosers,’ she responded heavily. ‘Although I may not have this job, either, after today,’ she added, with sudden depressing realisation. ‘I doubt Graham—Graham Taylor—my floor manager,’ she explained, just in case this man’s executive loftiness meant he wasn’t familiar with the floor management, ‘will be at all impressed with my reason for being late.’ Especially as she had already been late when she’d slid into the lift!
But actually Graham Taylor hadn’t seemed impressed by anything she’d done in the last few weeks. The way he had of pouncing on any little mistake she made gave her the distinct impression that he wished Personnel hadn’t employed her in the first place. This morning’s tardiness might just be the excuse he needed to get rid of her.
‘I’ll have a word with him—’
‘No! No, no—please don’t do that,’ Juliette pleaded awkwardly. Graham Taylor ran the fourth floor with the precision of a sergeant-major inspecting his troops. He certainly wouldn’t welcome the intervention of a member of upper management over how he treated his staff. The man was already sarcastic enough without that!
‘Please,’ she added cajolingly. ‘It’s very kind of you to offer—but please don’t.’
‘But—’ Rob broke off as the main light flickered on overhead, followed seconds later by the lift slowly beginning its ascent. ‘At last!’ he murmured with satisfaction.
Juliette was too bemused at the thought of being able to escape this metal prison after being stuck with a man who was anything but reassuring to care too much when the lift came to a rather lurching stop at the fourth floor.
The doors opened slowly, to reveal half a dozen or so concerned people, Graham Taylor amongst them, waiting anxiously outside.
Juliette didn’t hesitate, stepping straight out onto terra firma, her legs shaking with the relief of being rescued. Never again, she vowed. She didn’t care how late she was; she was never, ever—
‘Juliette?’ She turned at the sound of that now-familiar voice, so relieved at being out of the lift that she even smiled at Rob as he stepped out beside her. After all, it really wasn’t his fault that the lift had broken down. She would obviously have preferred it if he hadn’t kissed her, but such was her relief at that moment, she could actually have reached up and kissed him!
But before she could decide exactly what she should do or say now that they had been rescued, someone else spoke and rendered her—much as Rob might find it hard to believe!—completely speechless.
‘Mr Romeo!’ Graham Taylor’s voice was full of shocked recognition. ‘I had no idea! How awful that this should have happened to you, of all people.’
Juliette turned slowly, not even bothered that Graham hadn’t shown the slightest concern for her, and looked at the man who had been stuck in the lift with her.
Mr Romeo?
As in Roberto Romeo? Owner of the international chain of prestigious Romeo’s stores?
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