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echoed in her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if that was the way
Philip saw her too: a woman willing to do whatever he said for a job.
     
    Jennifer shook away
the memories and returned her attention to her boss. As the woman disappeared,
Philip glanced at the note and then shoved it into his jacket pocket. Jennifer
turned and hurried back to the desk. She still wasn't sure if Philip had meant
his statement literally or not, but she was sure he wouldn't like her
eavesdropping.
     
    “On to business,”
Philip's voice was brisk as he entered his office. “Since we both left early
yesterday, we're a bit behind.”
     
    Jennifer waited for
him to address the reasons for the early exits, but it never came. Instead,
Philip sat down and motioned for her to do the same. She complied, still
waiting for him to talk about the proverbial elephant in the room.
     
    “We don't have time
for small talk,” Philip picked up a file and handed it to Jennifer. “We need to
look over the quarterly reports from each hotel and make sure there aren't any
discrepancies.”
     
    Jennifer's mind was
reeling but she accepted the folder. A question popped into her mind. “Isn't
this what accountants do?”
     
    A ghost of a smile
played across his lips but never fully emerged. “True, but in my opinion, the
owner should know his business better than some accountant. I always look over
the reports before sending them over for a more detailed check.”
     
    “Philip,” the
near-smile had prompted Jennifer to be bold, “who were you talking to?”
     
    He waved a
dismissive hand. “No one you need to worry about.”
     
    Jennifer barely
managed to keep herself from flinching. It wasn't the words, really, but the
tone, as if her place didn't merit a real answer. If it had been business,
shouldn't she know what it was about, if he was training her? And if it wasn't
business, that could only mean that it had been a personal visit. And if they
were in a relationship, shouldn't he be able to share that with her too? Either
way, it meant that she didn't mean as much to Philip as she'd
hoped—professionally or personally.
     
    The rest of the day
was a blur of numbers and columns, of short word exchanges regarding only
business. Jennifer didn't bring up the woman or the day before or anything that
wasn't related to the work at hand, and Philip didn't volunteer anything. The
more time that passed, the more Jennifer was certain that Philip wanted her
when he wanted her and nothing more.
     
    When they'd finally
finished the last set of papers, Jennifer considered trying to talk to Philip
again, but it was only a half-hearted thought. She wasn't sure she had the
strength for another run-around and she knew that she certainly didn't have the
stomach for it, not today anyway.
     
    “I think we're done
for the day.” Philip set down his pen without looking at Jennifer. He stood.
“If you want to go over things again, feel free. Leave whenever you're ready.”
     
    As he pulled his
keys from his pocket, a piece of paper fluttered down onto the desk. He was
already half-way to the door when Jennifer realized what it was he'd dropped.
She opened her mouth to tell him, but he was already out the door. She knew she
should either take the note and go after him, or just leave it for him to find
tomorrow. Either of those choices would be the right thing to do, but she
didn't move.
     
    She had so many
questions, about Philip, about what was happening between the two of them, and
it didn't look like Philip intended to address any of them any time soon, if
ever. At least one of those questions had an answer within arm's reach. What
she wanted mingled with her curiosity, fueling her desire. She'd always been a
curious child, full of questions and always getting into trouble when she tried
to figure out things. It had only been with Brad that she'd tamed that impulse
because she often found out things she wished she hadn't known. Now, with
Philip, she found that