rises from the
conference room table and steps toward me, his hand stretched out.
“Miss Dawson… it’s lovely to meet you. Lorraine
has told me a lot about you.”
I’m sure!
Although his words
are welcoming, his gaze is frosty as he shakes my hand. He then
immediately drops it like I’m diseased.
“Pleased to
meet you, Mr. Connover,” I manage to choke out, my heart
beating like the hooves of a Kentucky Derby winner.
“Call me
Matt,” he says, and there is no mistaking his tone of extreme
displeasure over me being here. I’m really not getting why he’s
pissed. It’s not like I planned this out. So I do the only
thing I know how to do when I’m being attacked for no apparent
reason—I stick my chin out and notch my pride up just a little
more.
“You can call
me McKayla… or Mac.”
He inclines his head
slightly in acknowledgement and sits back down, indicating the chair
to Lorraine’s left is where I should sit.
Matt introduces me
to a man on the other side of the table. He’s about fifty,
balding, and looks incredibly worn out. “Mac… this is my
partner, William Crown.”
He gives me a wan
smile and mumbles, “It’s Bill, actually. Nice to meet
you.”
I shoot him a return
smile, feeling sorry for his overall beat-down nature. It must be
hell to work here or something, and that makes my stomach roll just a
little.
“I wanted to
have this meeting with you and Lorraine to welcome you to Connover
and Crown this morning. We’re excited to have you both here.”
His lack of enthusiasm couldn’t be more obvious, but Lorraine
pays it no mind. I’m sure she’s just happy not to be a
struggling business owner now, knowing that she’ll get her full
paycheck each month.
Lorraine leans over,
exposing her deep cleavage, and lays a well-manicured hand on Matt’s
arm, simpering, “Matt… I know I speak for both McKayla
and me when I tell you we are just overjoyed to be part of your team.
You can count on us to get the job done.”
I want to roll my
eyes over her flirtatious gesture, because Lorraine is nothing short
of a man-eater. I’m surprised she’s not humping his leg
as we speak. I have to suppress a giggle though, when Matt’s
eyes narrow at her overtness and he pulls his arm away.
“Thank you for
that sentiment, Lorraine. I’m sure you’ll do just fine
here.”
“More than
just fine,” she gushes.
Matt doesn’t
respond but hands Lorraine and me each a folder. “Here are the
necessary forms you’ll need to fill out for human resources.
Lorraine… you’ll be direct reporting to Bill, and
McKayla… you’ll be reporting to me.”
Lorraine issues a
small cough, and everyone turns their eyes to her. “I thought
McKayla would still report to me. I’m very familiar with her
work and have the necessary skills to manage her.”
Her voice is strong,
assured, and I’m betting she thinks Matt will concede. Instead,
he just gives her the barest of glances as he stands up from the
table. “That’s not how we do things here. Your expertise
is in corporate work, which falls squarely under Bill’s
department. McKayla does litigation, which is under my authority. But
there will be a few cases that you will work on together and, in
those instances, you will be her direct supervisor. Now, after you
ladies fill those papers out, I’ll have our head of resources,
Krystal Anders, come in, get you set up, and introduce you around.”
Matt gives a nod to
Lorraine, but doesn’t spare a glance at me, as he starts to
walk out the door. However, I have questions that need answered
before I start my career at Connover and Crown.
“Excuse me,
Matt… but I have a few questions I need answered.”
He turns around with
surprise on his face and, yes, a flash of irritation. “I’m
sure Miss Anders can answer whatever questions you have.”
Matt turns away
again, but I stop him. “Actually, I doubt she can. This
question is specifically for you.”
When he turns back
my way, the