Can Caroline bounce back after her career takes a nose dive due to the negligence of an uncaring, disengaged man who ran her down without so much as an apology? Elliott Maxwell is busy saving his grandmother’s company from his scheming stepmother. He decides he needs a mole and thinks Caroline is perfect for the job. Previously… Caroline, Elliott, and bodyguard Dan set a plan in motion to get information on Kitty by putting Caroline back to work in the Design Department. Caroline dyed her hair and now goes by the name of Linny while at work.
“Sorry?” Caroline squeaked.
“Come on young lady, don’t be coy,” Kitty walked over until she was face to face with Caroline. “How did you get Elliott to give you a job? Did you sleep with him?”
“What? No!” Shocked, Caroline drew back, not knowing what she could say to convince her that she didn’t know Elliott. Then she remembered ‘The Plan.’ “Mrs. Maxwell, I just broke up with my fiancé. I have never seen your son before.” She stopped talking and held Kitty’s eyes, daring her to blink first.
“Well, I suppose I could use someone to answer the phones, they’ve been ringing off the hook.” Kitty walked over the abandoned desk as she continued, “This is where you can sit. I expect you to be here at 8 a.m. sharp. You may take an hour for lunch unless I need you to stay, and on most days I leave the office sometime between 7 and 8. If your work is all done, I don’t mind you leaving at 5, but I doubt that will happen very often.”
Caroline stared at Kitty, trying to gauge whether she was going to stop and take a breath. When she didn’t, Caroline sighed and followed her into what she assumed was her office.
“I’ll need all my mail, opened and flagged on my desk by 8:30, that includes my emails. I know that Elliott warned you against collecting my coffee, but I will need you to stop and get a triple venti soy latte with light foam for me most mornings, and –“
“Excuse me, but Mrs. Maxwell?” Caroline interjected.
Kitty stilled and slowly turned so she was facing Caroline. Eyes blazing, chin clinched, she replied, “Yes?”
Caroline realized her mistake immediately. “Uh, uh, nothing. It can wait. Please continue.”
“How kind,” Kitty muttered. She then smiled at Caroline with the deadliest of looks. Caroline was sure she’d just been privy to the look Kitty gave her opponents right before going in for the kill. No wonder Elliott was having a hard time finding his evidence. Kitty had eaten all the people who were thinking about going against her. Trying to keep her eyes neutral, Caroline smiled back and asked a question about one of the newest designs Maxwell’s had just debuted.
It was nearly noon by the time Kitty had shown Caroline everything she’d be responsible for. Honestly, Caroline didn’t have a clue how any one person could do all the work Kitty was asking of her. And she told Elliott that when they were eating lunch in his car a little later.
“It’s not that I can’t do it, I’m just saying I think she’s trying to scare me away by piling on work that is meant for an assistant designer, not a front office assistant.”
“You may be right. What do you want to do then? I will, of course, compensate you for the extra hours-“