Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 12

I give her a quick rundown of her duties. How we've mapped out the daily operations, our system for dealing with complaints and improvements, the brand commitment to providing excellent service, and generally helping maintain the lofty standards set by our earlier successes.

To her credit, she takes quick notes in neat script that fits her vibe. With the blouse tucked into her navy pants, she fits the businesswoman profile perfectly.

Everything except the immaculate ass I shouldn't be staring at.

Minus the small child on the other side of the table, that is, who's looking at the pen like he's contemplating how to turn it into an ink cluster bomb.

I'm half convinced he damn well could.

But if he starts scribbling on walls or the furniture, I don't care who he is. I'll tackle him like a football.

"Patton?" Salem asks. "Mr. Rory? Sorry, did you want to say more?"

"Right." Focus, focus. There's a crease between her eyebrows. She probably thinks I'm an idiot. "Where was I?"

"You were talking about the perks…"

"Yes." I clear my throat. "There are several benefits associated with this job, as outlined in your contract. HR can answer any questions about your health insurance or the profit sharing. The most exclusive benefit we offer, however, is my personal mentorship."

"For sure," she whispers, leaning forward. A pendant around her neck swings with the movement, teasing my eyes to her neckline. "That's why I jumped at this job, actually. You guys, the Rory brothers, you're practically legends in business around here."

"I prefer notorious, but thanks." I snort. The latest hype has nothing to do with me or Archer or even our miraculous start-up success.

We're the toast of the town because everyone thinks Dex is a homegrown superhero.

"Unfortunately, my brother Dexter won't be helping out with this program," I tell her before any disappointment sets in.

"That's fine," she says with a smile that doesn't waver.

Damn. There's something naggingly familiar about the way her face catches the light, bringing out the gold flecks in her brown eyes.

Why do I feel like I've dealt with her before?

"There's a lot to be said for the company," she tells me cheerfully. "Your whole brand, really. I've done my homework."

"Have you?"

"Yeah! The way you forced your way into a crowded market, it's impressive. Your growth in the first five years is hardly matched by similar firms in much bigger markets. Plus, you've single-handedly reframed expectations around travel rentals. I mean, just look at the condos here."

She waves a hand. "All the convenience of hotel living without the stuffiness and big crowds. The Cardinal feels exclusive."

I nod. "People with money like feeling independent without losing their creature comforts."

"It's fine," I say, trying to hide my irritation. Like it's suddenly important that I'm not Mr. Grumpybutt, spoiler of everything fun beneath his twitchy villain eyebrows. "How about we get Arlo that hot chocolate— decaf, for sure—and have a look around?"

Arlo's ears must be fine-tuned for treats.

"Yeah! Hot choc-lit!" he shouts, throwing the notepad down.

With a firm frown, Salem takes his hand and admonishes him as they follow me back to the lobby, which has thankfully been cleaned.

"Coffee?" I ask, helping myself from the freshly refilled carafe. Our cleaning manager must've swept the area.

If there was ever a good morning for a strong cup, it's this one.

"Yes, please. Arlo, stand still." She bends and lowers her voice, though I can hear every word. "We want Mommy's new boss to like us, okay? Can you be a good boy?"

"Okay, Mom." Arlo doesn't sound like he's fully on board with this plan, but at least he stops wiggling like a rambunctious puppy until I can hand him his chocolate.

"Careful, little man. It's piping hot," I say before he can take a giant gulp.

He eyes me cautiously, but when Salem glares at him, he decides not to throw it back and scorch his tongue. With our drinks in hand, we head for the rooftop.