Tymber Dalton - Contractual Obligation

If she could even convince him to stay. Someone as cute as him surely couldn’t have any problems getting dates if he wanted them.

Quit thinking like that , she chided herself. This is business.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” she said. She grabbed her folder and stood, shaking hands with him before turning to Gorden. “When is Dad due in?”

“Three o’clock.”

“I’ll be in my office and waiting for you.”

Gorden smiled. “You’re not wasting a second of time, are you?”

She patted him on the shoulder. “What? Even my father said I needed to get on the ball and find your replacement.”

The sound of his laughter followed her out of the coffee shop. She had the elevator to herself as she rode up to her floor. She paged through the folder. Douglas Allen Holt. Had turned twenty-five only four weeks earlier. She closed the folder, leaned against the elevator wall, and tapped the folder against her thigh. She smiled.

Dad will never know what hit him.

Gorden led Doug from the coffee shop to the private parking garage that took up the third through fifth floors of the building. He showed him to a black Mercedes CLS550 sedan. Doug was almost afraid to get inside it.

Gorden looked at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Is this yours?”

“Company car. But Harper promised it to me when I retire.” He grinned. “I heard her on the phone ordering yours this morning.” Gorden slid behind the wheel, leaving Doug standing there, gawking at him.

When Doug finally got into the passenger seat he said, “She ordered me a Mercedes? You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope.” He started the car. It purred to life. Doug never knew cars really could purr, but this one did. “Harper believes in treating employees right. In return, they almost always, without fail, take on personal ownership and pride in the company. Someone believes in them, they believe in themselves, and it inspires them to keep the cycle going. She doesn’t keep employees who won’t take personal pride and ownership in the company.” He slipped on a pair of mirrored sunglasses that, for some reason, made him look twenty years younger and thirty years cooler. “She believes in you.”

Gorden drove them over to International Plaza, near the airport. Doug had never shopped here, even though he’d passed it frequently on his way to Target or Walmart. Most of the shops in the mall weren’t even in the same country as his bank balance, much less the same zip code.

“I hope you brought your credit card,” Doug quipped as they headed inside, “because I can’t even afford to window-shop here.”

Gorden laughed. “Don’t worry. Pretty soon, this will feel like slumming it.”

Three hours later, they left the mall with their arms full of shopping bags and Doug completely refitted in high-dollar office wear. As they stowed everything in the trunk of Gorden’s car, Doug stared down at his new clothes, including a pair of leather Burberry brogues, which cost almost as much as a month’s rent on their Gainesville apartment.

“I can’t believe this,” he said.

Gorden closed the trunk lid. “Believe it. And enjoy it while you can.”

“What do you mean?”

“She wasn’t kidding when she told you she can be a bitch to work for.” They got back in the car and Gorden continued. “I love her like a daughter. Hell, I’ve known her since she was born, before her mother died. My wife and I stood in plenty of times when Harrison had to go out of town on business. I can’t tell you how many Christmases she woke up in our guest room to find Santa had remembered to bring her gifts to our house. After a while, we just went ahead and decorated the guest room for her so she would feel like she had a home. She spent more time with us than she did her own father.”

Doug didn’t know what to say to that, so he thought it wise to keep his mouth shut. He’d always had his family’s love and support. He didn’t know what it was like not to have that.

He was worried he might find out if they ever knew the truth of why he had to break up with Tate.

Gorden wasn’t finished speaking his piece. “You’re going to go to bed some nights cursing her name. Until you return to work the next morning to find out her mood has shifted and she’s back to the same lovable woman you were glad to go to work for. What you have to remember is that, no matter what, you must stay calm. I’m not at liberty to discuss some things. But there are reasons for her mercurial moods sometimes that have nothing to do with you or with the quality of your work. Maybe one day she’ll be able to open up to you as her confidant. You will become her anchor, her rock. She will rely upon you to do your job and be there for her.”

Gorden looked at him before pulling out into traffic. “And if you disappoint her, I guarantee you you’ll be a thousand times harder on yourself than she will be. So don’t fuck up.”

Doug pondered Gorden’s last statement. Until the older man had dropped the F-bomb on him, he hadn’t thought Gorden would have said fuck if he was in the middle of actually doing it with his wife. One thing he’d quickly learned about Gorden, he was usually a man of few words, and what he said meant something.

Back at the office, Gorden showed him where his temporary office would be after helping Doug stash the new purchases in the trunk of his own car. Once Gorden retired, Doug would move into his office, right next door to Harper.

“Can I ask you something?” Doug said.

Gorden snorted in amusement. “I’d think you were brain dead if you weren’t constantly asking me questions. Go ahead.”

“Harper is an unusual name. Where did it come from?”

“Oh, that.” He smiled. “That was a source of contention between Harrison and his late wife, Harper’s mother. He is very fond of making deals. He said if their baby was a boy, his wife could name it.”

“Yeah?”

“He gave his baby girl a…well, it’s not just a boy’s name, obviously, but it’s certainly not very feminine, is it?”

“Not really.”

“It was her maternal grandfather’s first name. Harrison truly respected him and learned a lot about business from him. He worked for him before he married Harper’s mother. If you were to ask Harper some of her memories as a little girl of her and her father, she’ll tell you about him taking her to baseball and football games, teaching her how to fish, all sorts of things. And lots of time at the office. He really wanted a boy. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his little girl, and he’d die for her. But he wanted her to grow up tough so she could take over his business when she got older. He didn’t raise her to be Daddy’s Little Princess. She was more like Daddy’s Little Piranha. And, whether he likes it or not, he succeeded.”

“I take it he doesn’t like it?”

“Oh, he does. He’s extremely proud of her. But as she told you herself, I think now in his older age he realizes how misguided he was. He spent all these years teaching her the cutthroat world of business, and that’s all she really knows. He showed her how to work hard to get ahead, and she’s a natural at it. Now that he’s slowing down, he realizes maybe he should have stopped to smell the roses a little with his daughter instead of plowing ahead. Maybe tried a little harder to teach her to play as hard as she worked.”

“Which is why he’s now on her case?”

“Yep. Now let’s spend a few minutes before he gets here getting you prepped.”

At one point, Doug excused himself to the bathroom. There, he checked his phone for the call he knew he’d missed from Tate earlier during their shopping excursion.