Free Gamer Girl by Carmen Willow Page A

came back to the desk and sat down once more. “Please call me Miss Adams? A professional appearance begins with professional courtesies. Of course, you pay my salary so it is entirely up to you.”
    “Miss Adams it is.” Eamon gave nothing away in his expression.
    “Okay. Here is my plan. I’m going over to Rainwhite tomorrow when everyone comes back to work to start my assessments. How long do I have before you will make decisions?”
    Eamon twirled a pencil. “A couple of weeks, maybe three. I want to consolidate the two companies by the end of the quarter.”
    “It sounds as thoug h my position is very temporary.” Sarah could tell he was enjoying this.
    “Not if you find something worth pursuing. I expect you to see it through and make it work. That is how you save jobs,” Eamon reiterated , twirling the pencil.
    His reasons still didn’t make sense, but Sarah wanted the chance to make a difference. “Okay, I’ll do what I can then.” She faced him once more. “Anything else?”
    Eamon balanced the pencil on his palm. “That’s all for now.” Sarah rose and started for the door. He let her get half way. “ Miss Adams?”
    She turned around . He held up the cup. “Mind getting me another cup of coffee?”
    “Not at all.” She took his cup and headed for the door once more.
    Eamon had the pleasure of watching Sarah’s sweet bottom rotate in her skinny black jeans three times in the space of a few minutes. It made his morning.

Chapter 8
    Sarah spent the rest of the day getting settled. When Eamon left for lunch, Nicole took Sarah to the cafeteria. On their way downstairs, Nicole said, “So what’s up with the clothes? And the hair?”
    “T he hair’s something I do. I grow it out and donate it. The clothes…I’ve been stuck in business suits for years now. Most law firms have conservative dress codes. The little suit, the little black dress, the perfectly tailored pant suit, that’s about it. When I walked through your shop the other day, I realized that I could wear something fun for a change.”
    “I thought you might be making fun of me, or trying to set him off,” Nicole said.
    Sarah stopped dead. “ Set him off? Maybe. Insult you? No. I’m just a former paralegal, starting as an “assistant project manager” to a man who probably doesn’t need one. You’re the administrative assistant to the CEO of a major corporation. That tells me you are very good at what you do. Besides, I love the two outfits I’ve seen you wear so far. No, I’m going to have a blast picking out clothes for this job. Is my change of style really going to set Mr. Byrne off?”
    Nicole laughed . “You had your head down. You didn’t see the expression on his face. I thought he was going to pass out or something.”
    The two women reached the menu board. Sarah studied the options and punted. “So, what’s good here? ”
    “A lot . We have an excellent chef and kitchen staff who whip out great food. The Chicken Waldorf salad listed up there is an every Tuesday thing. Taco salads are every Thursday.”
    “Chicken Waldorf salad it is,” Sarah said to the staffer who was dishing up the food.
    Nicole chose the same and added a piece of gooseberry pie. Sarah sighed. With black skinny jeans, pie was simply not an option.
    They sat down at one of the smaller tables. Sarah leaned toward Nicole. “So, tell me about yourself. How did you end up at Gryphon?”
    “Well, I earned a BA in Art History and spent months looking for something that paid better than fast food. My Mom suggested that I swallow my pride and get some office skills, just to see me over the hump until something better came along.” Nicole took a bite of salad. “I took some classes, found this job and discovered that I actually like doing it and I’m good at it. Eamon pays me well and treats me with respect.”
    “That sound eerily familiar,” Sarah said. “ I got all the way through my post-grad degree, working on a doctorate and realized