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The phone by her elbow rang, startling her out of her private lecture and she looked down at the number. It was an internal call and she nervously picked up the receiver. “This is Rachel.”
“Rachel, could you come to my office quickly please?” Derrick said with his precise, cultured accent.
Derrick was wonderful and flamboyant and everything that a gay man epitomized. And he was completely faithful to his partner, a lawyer in a D.C. firm that was powerful because of his own connections and abilities .
She knew that the summons had been phrased as a question, but it was much more along the lines of a command performance. “I’ll be right there.”
She walked out of her office quickly, stopping by Marissa’s office which was larger and much more elegant and, thankfully, along the way to Derrick’s office as well . Because of Marissa’s experience and her client list, the woman had enough space for a much larger desk, several filing cabinets and a round table with luxurious chairs surrounding it so that she could discuss plans with her clients in comfort .
“Marissa , I’m so sorry to do this but Derrick has called me down to his office. I wanted to stop by and hand you my task list and let you know the status of each,” she said and handed her notes to the older wom an. “I should be finished with him soon although I don’t know what Derrick wants me for but here are my tasks that you assigned to me last week and where each issue stands, j ust in case I won’t be out before you start your status meeting.”
Marissa glanced down at Rachel’s neatly typed notes and nodded. “This looks good. Thank you for being so conscientious. Let me know when you’re out of your meeting with Derrick so I can give you the next steps for the wedding this weekend.”
Rachel nodded her head and left the office, nervous about whatever D errick might need to speak with her about. As she walked down the hallway, she went through her tasks for the past few weeks. Had she missed something? Or had someone complained about her performance? She couldn’t think of any other reason why she would be called down to the owner’s luxurious office.
“Go on in,” Debra said as soon as Rachel stuck her head into the private area where Derrick’s office was located. The whole floor was done in shades of white and cream and this area was no exception. The cushioned chairs were in white and gold, the tables were topped with glass and cream colored legs . All the desks at this end of the hallway were glass with gold and cream stands . All colors coordinated beautifully, enhancing the feeling of the agency being a strong wedding group, but the shots of color indicating that they could do much more for their clients than just weddings .
Rachel knocked on the door and stepped in when Derrick looked up. “What on earth did you do this weekend, dear?” he asked immediately and waved for her to come inside and sit down.
Rachel didn’t want to talk about her weekend on the farm with her dad…or anything having to do with Rais . Just the memory of being in Rais ’ arms Saturday afternoon made her ache all over again, followed by the painful embarrassment of running away because they went too far for her pathetically timid little mind to handle . “I went to visit my dad,” she explained honestly, omitting the part where s he had to explain that her father worked on the horse farm of one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world.
“Well, I don’t know what you’ve done recently, but you’re now the official Washington, D.C. planner for the Sheik of Dunari . ” He clapped his hands together for emphasis and waited for her reaction. When she simply sat there for a long moment, Derrick took her silence to mean she was just as overwhelmed as he was hoping she would be upon the news. “ And what’s even better? H e has a series of parties that need
The phone by her elbow rang, startling her out of her private lecture and she looked down at the number. It was an internal call and she nervously picked up the receiver. “This is Rachel.”
“Rachel, could you come to my office quickly please?” Derrick said with his precise, cultured accent.
Derrick was wonderful and flamboyant and everything that a gay man epitomized. And he was completely faithful to his partner, a lawyer in a D.C. firm that was powerful because of his own connections and abilities .
She knew that the summons had been phrased as a question, but it was much more along the lines of a command performance. “I’ll be right there.”
She walked out of her office quickly, stopping by Marissa’s office which was larger and much more elegant and, thankfully, along the way to Derrick’s office as well . Because of Marissa’s experience and her client list, the woman had enough space for a much larger desk, several filing cabinets and a round table with luxurious chairs surrounding it so that she could discuss plans with her clients in comfort .
“Marissa , I’m so sorry to do this but Derrick has called me down to his office. I wanted to stop by and hand you my task list and let you know the status of each,” she said and handed her notes to the older wom an. “I should be finished with him soon although I don’t know what Derrick wants me for but here are my tasks that you assigned to me last week and where each issue stands, j ust in case I won’t be out before you start your status meeting.”
Marissa glanced down at Rachel’s neatly typed notes and nodded. “This looks good. Thank you for being so conscientious. Let me know when you’re out of your meeting with Derrick so I can give you the next steps for the wedding this weekend.”
Rachel nodded her head and left the office, nervous about whatever D errick might need to speak with her about. As she walked down the hallway, she went through her tasks for the past few weeks. Had she missed something? Or had someone complained about her performance? She couldn’t think of any other reason why she would be called down to the owner’s luxurious office.
“Go on in,” Debra said as soon as Rachel stuck her head into the private area where Derrick’s office was located. The whole floor was done in shades of white and cream and this area was no exception. The cushioned chairs were in white and gold, the tables were topped with glass and cream colored legs . All the desks at this end of the hallway were glass with gold and cream stands . All colors coordinated beautifully, enhancing the feeling of the agency being a strong wedding group, but the shots of color indicating that they could do much more for their clients than just weddings .
Rachel knocked on the door and stepped in when Derrick looked up. “What on earth did you do this weekend, dear?” he asked immediately and waved for her to come inside and sit down.
Rachel didn’t want to talk about her weekend on the farm with her dad…or anything having to do with Rais . Just the memory of being in Rais ’ arms Saturday afternoon made her ache all over again, followed by the painful embarrassment of running away because they went too far for her pathetically timid little mind to handle . “I went to visit my dad,” she explained honestly, omitting the part where s he had to explain that her father worked on the horse farm of one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world.
“Well, I don’t know what you’ve done recently, but you’re now the official Washington, D.C. planner for the Sheik of Dunari . ” He clapped his hands together for emphasis and waited for her reaction. When she simply sat there for a long moment, Derrick took her silence to mean she was just as overwhelmed as he was hoping she would be upon the news. “ And what’s even better? H e has a series of parties that need
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