Mary Anne Wilson - Regarding The Tycoon's Toddler...

He glanced at the room. “I guess it is. But it’s just an office.”

“Nice office,” she murmured.

“Can I ask you something?”

She was wasting precious time. “I’m not finished. I didn’t mean to give you the impression that that was all there was.”

“It’s not about child care. I wanted to know where you heard the things you repeated in the stairwell.”

Obviously the man wasn’t about to forget, so she had to watch every word. Being vague was her best bet. “Why?”

“Well, from where I sit, you’re not a long-term employee around here. You don’t own stock in the company, do you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then, where did you get all that from?”

She could say How stupid do you think people around here are? but she caught herself. Vague. She had to be vague and unoffensive. “I just listened to some people around here talking. It seemed to be the main topic of conversation. I told you, I didn’t mean to offend. I have this terrible habit of just saying what I think, and I’m working on changing that.”

He shrugged, tugging at his cuffs again. “Maybe you should,” he said.

She felt fire in her face. But thankfully he never saw it. He turned to get his briefcase, picked it up and said, “Go on. We don’t have much time.”

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