Inanely, he wondered what else was pierced.
Oh, man. Bad idea to wonder such things, and he removed his glasses so that she was nothing but a blur.
Much better.
“Well.” There was an arctic cold front in her tone. “What should we start with?”
“The best thing would be for you to familiarize yourself with what we’re doing.”
She nodded in agreement. “I’d like to start with the renovations and the accounting associated with that. Start preparing the final statements and reports.”
“Fine.” Good. Let her tackle the tedious task far, far away from him.
“Where would I find those records?”
“In the records room. Next floor up.”
“Great. As much as I’ve enjoyed your company, I’m off. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you.” Her tone was only slightly warmer than that previous arctic temperature.
When she was gone, Wes let out a slow breath.
3
KENNA SPENT hours in the records rooms, fascinated by everything. Locked away, alone, absorbing numbers and statements and projections, she actually thought she could enjoy this. Even thrive on it.
By the time she resurfaced, she was shocked to realize the entire day had gone by. Her stomach growled loudly in protest, and she went back to the corporate office level, eager now to jump right into her job.
The reception area was empty. The entire floor was empty. She checked her watch in tune to her still-growling stomach-5:09 p.m. Not that late-
A young man walked by. His name tag said, Intern: Jimmy Owens.
“Jimmy.” She gestured him closer. “Where is everyone?”
“Oh, they’re gone. Last week there were meetings every night, going really late. Lots of grumblings, you know? Anyway, tonight Mr. Roth sent everyone home at five, including himself, to make up for it. I’m heading out now myself.”
Ah. A morale booster and an excellent idea. The only thing that surprised her was that someone like Weston Roth had even thought of it.
She left the building as well and drove around San Diego for a while, reacquainting herself with her childhood town. She drove past Seaport Village, the Horton Plaza, Ocean Beach…Sea World. Her stereo was blasting, her brain racing. Thinking in her old Civic soothed her, as did the sights.
Eventually, she ended up back at the beach, and got out to walk. Nothing beat the feel of the sand between her toes, the pounding of the waves on the shore. It gave her a warm fuzzy just standing there inhaling the salty summer air. College and traveling had been an adventure, but this was home.
She wanted to be here. Wanted to show her family what she could do. Misplaced pride? No doubt. And no doubt she’d pay for it, but she was going to do it anyway.
Sure, things had gotten off to a rocky start, but she was the queen of rocky starts, so that didn’t scare her. And sure, people at the San Diego Mallory-more specifically
She could do this. And after today, happily swimming in numbers and reports all day, she actually wanted to do well at this job.
At least for six months.
Bending to grab up a couple of rocks, she hefted one in her hand and skimmed it over the water. It bounced five, six…seven times. A personal record.
A personal record…just like this job would be.
NO FAMILY had such torturous family dinners as the Mallorys did on Monday nights, when personal lives were pried open and dissected for mistakes. When career achievements were heralded…and shoved in everyone’s face.
Kenna hadn’t been to one of her mother’s family events in years, and she would have been perfectly happy to miss this one, but now that she was back in town, she was expected. And seeing how she was going to make her father’s favorite employee’s life hell on earth by just being herself, she felt generous.
Not that she didn’t intend to give one hundred percent to the job, because she did. She was going to blow everyone’s socks off with her plans and ideas.
Still refreshed from her walk on the beach, she walked into the Encinitas family mausoleum. Home for the next six months.
They were all in the dining room, a room fit for royalty with all its pomp and splendor, and as she headed there, she automatically slowed down, remembering the days of her childhood.
Being the same age had given them years and years to cultivate their differences, namely that Serena was the perfect Mallory, and Kenna was the wild, unfavorable one. Surprisingly, in recent years, there had been no dissent between them at all. After all, Serena had what she wanted, a job at Mallory Enterprises, and Kenna, the family black sheep, had posed no threat.
Yet now that black sheep had come home, stepped right over Serena on the career ladder, and for that Kenna was actually sorry, even while knowing that if Serena had really been good enough, she’d have Kenna’s job by now and her father would never have bothered to call her.
Stepping all the way into the room, she smiled and waved.
Her aunt Regina and uncle Stephan were seated across from Serena, with Kenna’s parents at either end of the table like bookends. Everyone was looking at her as if she was something the cat had dragged in.
Except for her mother, of course, who wore the perpetual worried-mother frown. She’d spent years giving Kenna just that exact look.
Oh, joy. Festive evening ahead.
“Hey, gang,” she said cheerily, testing the welcome waters.
She got a few muted hellos.
And it occurred to her, right then and there, that to preserve her sanity she was going to need her own space, pronto. Her Santa Barbara apartment was out, she couldn’t make the three-and-a-half-hour commute twice a day. But unfortunately, until she actually learned what her salary was and received a paycheck, she was a tad stuck.
No worries though, from her early days of attending college without a trust fund, Kenna had become an expert at micro-managing and budgeting. She’d figure it out. “So…” Kenna plopped herself down and grabbed a fork. “How is everyone?”
Her father would have spoken-probably to blast her for the “honey I’m home” comment at work, but her mother cocked her head and gave him the quelling, calm look. Her mother was always calm, which Kenna supposed was a good trait for a surgeon.
“Sorry I missed you today, Dad. Lots to do.”
“Really? Like what?”
