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Since our joint venturers—in particular Miss Sharpe—have forced the issue and asked what we’re doing about it. And I think that answers both parts of your question.’
    The three men shifted uncomfortably in their seats at the mention of Microbelle’s resident representative. Although they’d never admit it, they were all a bit in awe of Brenda Sharpe, or ‘Miss Sharpe’ as she preferred to be known. She wielded a lot of influence with the board of directors, and was notorious for championing issues despite, or sometimes because of, substantial opposition. Her notoriety spread throughout the organisation and increased with every new challenge she spearheaded.
    Royce nodded slowly. ‘I see. So this is your response, to appoint a female CEO.’ He looked from Clyde to Travis and back again. ‘Gender. That’s what it’s come down to.’
    All three heard the resigned note in his voice, but Verity also sensed a stronger emotion, directed only at her, which he couldn’t disguise. Could it be loathing? She shivered. What a horrible thought .
    Clyde frowned and leaned forward. ‘Royce, it’s important you understand that the selection panel adhered strictly to the recruitment process, and chose a highly qualified professional who meets all the criteria of this position. The final decision was not based on gender.’ He sat back again. ‘It was simply fortunate we had a suitable candidate who also happened to be a woman. There aren’t many of her calibre out there. This report only serves to emphasise that it was the right decision. And it’s a positive step for the company to take, don’t you agree?’
    Clyde and Travis watched Royce carefully.
    He sighed and his broad shoulders seemed to droop a little as he nodded begrudgingly. He was obviously finding it an effort to hide his incredulity, and every inch of his body language pointed to an e agerness to end the discussion.
    Knowing they’d said all there was to say on the matter, Clyde drew the meeting to a close. ‘Well, unless you have further questions, I have a ten o’clock I shouldn’t keep waiting.’ He shuffled some of the papers on his desk.
    Travis smiled warmly at both candidates as they rose to their feet. ‘I’m sure you’ll do all you can to help our new CEO, Royce. Your support will be of great assistance during her settling-in period.’
    Royce gave a curt nod and turned on his heel to leave. Verity smiled and dipped her head at the other two men before following him out.
    After their guests had left, Travis and Clyde exchanged meaningful glances.
    ‘OK, that’s done,’ Travis sighed. ‘Now, as I’m your “ten o’clock”, I guess we’d better move on to that other item.’
    Both men closed their recruitment folders, and put them into Clyde’s ‘out’ tray, before opening two brand new files labelled, Succession Planning: RCL Board of Directors.
     
    Royce didn’t look to left or right as he marched out of Clyde’s office, and Verity had to run to keep up with him.
    ‘Royce,’ she panted, ‘You know there was nothing personal—’
    ‘Why the hell did you apply?’ He stopped so abruptly she almost ran into him.
    ‘I ... well ... you see....’ Oh, great timing, brain! Right when I need you, you go on a coffee break. Her mouth dropped open.
    Royce gave a sharp, derisive snort. ‘Well, you’ve got what you wanted. I just hope you know what you’re doing.’
    He’s so disappointed , she thought, I wish I could think of something constructive to say . For some reason I feel an irrational need to comfort him.
    Hey, hang on! WHAT? Did I really just think that?
    Royce glared at her for another second, before striding away with a brusque, ‘Excuse me.’
    His high-handedness brought on an instant surge of hot resentment in Verity. She lifted her chin and pinched her lips together.
    He’s still treating me like a nobody , she thought furiously, and here I am, taking it, and feeling sorry for the arrogant bastard! Well, not