Best of Bosses 2008: In Bed With Her Italian Boss\Taken by Her Greek Boss\Blind Date With the Boss (38 page)

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interview was going rather well, Sally thought. She'd made it in the nick of time, her curls restored to their usual disorganized bounciness, and Janet Keaton, Blackcorp's HR manager, had been incredibly understanding when she'd telephoned to explain about her last-minute babysitting emergency.

‘I really need to complete the interviews today,' Janet had said. ‘Perhaps you'd better bring your niece with you. Do you think she would sit in the corner of my office while we talk?'

‘I can't promise she'll be quiet,' Sally had warned. ‘But I'll bring a bag of her toys and her favourite picture books.'

Janet's voice had been reassuringly warm. ‘Let's give it a try. I might not be able to reschedule your time slot.'

Fortunately, a rescheduling hadn't been necessary. Rose, bless her, had become completely absorbed in pushing brightly coloured shapes through holes in a plastic box and then opening the box to take the shapes out, before starting the process all over again. And Sally had become equally absorbed in Janet Keaton's interesting questions.

She was quizzed about her childhood at Tarra-Binya, about her boarding school days in a big country town and the computer course she'd completed on leaving school. She'd told
Janet about her summer holiday jobs on the front desk of Chloe's art gallery here in Sydney at Potts Point. And that led to Sally explaining about her godmother, Chloe Porter, a well-known figure in Sydney's art circles, and about her legacy of the terrace house.

‘And you didn't mind leaving the country to live in Sydney?' Janet asked.

Sally almost blurted the truth that she'd had to leave, that she'd had to escape her family's stifling concern, had to prove that she could manage on her own. But she doubted that would impress her interviewer.

‘I've always wanted to live here,' she said emphatically, and this was also very true. ‘It's been my dream. I spent nearly every summer holiday with Chloe and it was always so much fun. I love Sydney. It's so cosmopolitan and exciting. I'm really looking forward to making my home here.'

‘A mining consultancy is very different from an art gallery,' Janet said carefully. ‘What do you know about Blackcorp and the Australian mining industry?'

‘Well…' Sally took a deep breath and thanked heavens that she'd looked at Blackcorp's website on the Internet. ‘I know that Blackcorp's a big operation right across Australia. Mining's a huge industry and it's bigger than ever right now. Actually, two of my brothers work in mines. One in Queensland and another in Western Australia.'

Janet nodded and waited for Sally to continue.

‘China's Australia's major market,' she said. ‘And I guess a consultancy like this would be offering support services—accommodation on the mine sites, catering. And there are all kinds of environmental issues to be worked around.'

By then Sally had exhausted her knowledge and she thought she might have flunked, but Janet smiled encouragingly and gave her a questionnaire to answer.

‘This simply provides a profile of your personality type. There are no right or wrong answers. It will be useful if you join our staff and become involved in the team-building exercises I like to run.'

Team-building exercises definitely sounded like Sally's cup of tea. She had loved that sort of thing at school.

‘Just choose the response that feels natural to you,' Janet said.

Already smiling, Sally glanced at the first few questions on the quiz sheet.

‘Oh, goodness!' Janet's sharp cry interrupted Sally's concentration. ‘Where's the little girl?'

One hasty glance at the abandoned toys in the corner and Sally's stomach plummeted. The office door was ominously ajar and a quick look around the room revealed that Rose had disappeared.

Launched to her feet, she hurried outside with Janet close behind. The carpeted corridor was empty.

‘I'm so sorry,' Sally said, feeling sick. ‘Rose has been so good. I forgot to keep my eye on her.'

Janet shook her head. ‘She can't be far away. She couldn't have got into the lift by herself, so she must still be somewhere on this floor. You try the offices on the right-hand side and I'll take the left.'

‘Thank you.' Sally realised she was shaking. How could she have forgotten about Rose? Poor Anna had trusted her. She shouldn't have been so caught up with wanting this job. What kind of aunt
lost
her niece on the twenty-seventh floor of a skyscraper?

The first door on her right bore the brass-lettered sign:

Accounts
. Sally swallowed a knot of fear and stepped forward but, as she lifted her hand to knock, she saw, out of the corner of her eye, a tall dark shape at the end of the corridor.

She caught a flash of golden hair and she whirled about. Rose. In the arms of a man.

Oh, gosh. Not just any man.

This one looked formidable. One glance and Sally's impulse to run forward, arms outstretched, a grateful smile on her lips, was stifled. Big-shouldered, long-legged, dark and frowning, he came towards her, striding down the corridor with Rose at arm's length in front of him, as if the poor darling were a bag of extremely unpleasant garbage.

Janet, who had seen him too, let out a groan and Sally received the distinct impression that Rose couldn't have chosen a more unsuitable saviour.

As the frowning man approached, Sally noticed details beyond his scowl and his athletic physique. He was undeniably handsome, but there was a steely edge to his looks that sent unwelcome shivers scampering through her. His hair was thick and dark and already, before noon, there were signs of a five o'clock shadow on his jaw. His eyes were dark too, and penetrating, even at twenty paces.

Memories threatened, but Sally forced them back. She was no longer afraid of every new man she met. Those days were behind her.

She smiled at this man in his expensively cut dark suit, crisp white business shirt and smart navy and silver striped tie. He had the air of a commander. Executive material, Sally supposed.

By comparison, Rose looked tiny and fragile. But so-o cute. And, thank heavens, completely unharmed.

The darling. Sally held out her arms and Rose was thrust immediately into her embrace. If she hadn't had so much experience in receiving her brothers' football passes, she might have dropped the poor child.

‘Thank you.' She offered the frowning figure her warmest smile. ‘Thank you so much. I'm so grateful you found her. We were just about to start a search party.'

‘Was Rose in your office, Logan?' Janet asked. ‘I can't believe she got so far.'

‘I found her under my desk.' He spoke without the faintest glimmer of warmth. ‘What on earth's going on, Janet? You haven't started a crèche here, have you?'

‘Oh, that's my fault,' Sally butted in quickly, anxious that Janet Keaton shouldn't take any blame. ‘There was a family emergency at the last minute and I had to bring Rose with me,' she said. ‘I'm sorry if she interrupted you.'

Janet added diplomatically, ‘At least Rose is too little to have done any harm.'

‘She disconnected my computer.'

‘Oh, Rose,' Sally scolded softly.

To Janet he said, ‘I'll need someone from IT up here straight away. I've lost an entire morning's work.'

Now it was Sally's turn to frown. ‘Surely you'd already saved most of it?'

‘Sally,' Janet intervened in a strange little voice, ‘let me introduce Blackcorp's Managing Director, Mr Logan Black.'

‘Oh.'

Managing Director. I've been acting the smart mouth with the head honcho. Good one, Sally.

Her confident smile slipped as she held out her hand. ‘Pleased to meet you, Mr Black.'

‘This is Sally Finch, Logan. She's one of our applicants for the front desk position.'

At least Logan Black was polite enough to shake Sally's proffered hand firmly, but his right eyebrow lifted and he eyed her with faint contempt.

She might have told Mr Black how very keen she was to work for his company, but her recent gaffe and the curl of his lip,
plus
Janet Keaton's warning frown, ensured that she remained prudently quiet.

Rose chose that moment to grumble and rub at her eyes. It was getting close to her nap time. Sally rocked her gently and kissed the top of her head and Rose pressed her sleepy head against Sally's breast.

Logan Black stared at them and his stern frown faded. Sally saw a softening in his expression, a fleeting hint of a different emotion that made her wonder if he was as tough as he made out.

But the moment was over quickly and, almost immediately, he gave a curt nod, turned abruptly and marched back down the corridor.

‘Well…' Janet Keaton glanced at her wristwatch. ‘I'm afraid we've run out of time, Sally.'

‘But I didn't finish your personality test.'

‘Don't worry. You can always fill that in later. If you get the job.'

 

If you get the job…

Sally felt flat as she collected Rose's things and bade Janet farewell.

‘We should make our decision within the next few days,' Janet said and she smiled, but Sally didn't find this very reassuring.

She'd always had good antennae, could pick up vibes very quickly, and she'd been sure that everything about the interview had been going swimmingly until Logan Black had arrived with Rose. Then, between them, the man and the baby had destroyed every ion of positive atmosphere.

 

Late in the afternoon, Logan Black ducked his head around Janet Keaton's office doorway. She was working at her desk when she heard his knock, but she looked up and smiled.

He frowned at her. ‘Have you finished your interviews for that front desk position?'

‘All done.'

‘I assume the other applicants were less encumbered than the cheeky single mother I met this morning.'

Janet narrowed her eyes at Logan. ‘There were no cheeky single mothers among the people I interviewed.'

‘You know who I mean. The blonde with the runaway daughter.'

‘Sally Finch?'

Logan nodded. He was terrible with names, but yes, hers had been something to do with a bird.

‘I think Sally's confident rather than cheeky. Anyway, she isn't the little girl's mother.'

‘She isn't?'

‘No.' Janet looked as if she was about to expand on this, but suddenly she folded her arms and leaned forward with her elbows resting on her desk. A thoughtful frown creased her brow. ‘Why the sudden interrogation, Logan? This isn't like you.'

‘What do you mean? It's in my interests to vet my company's employees.' His hand strayed to scratch the back of his neck.

‘But I've been your HR manager for almost four years and you've never interfered. You've always trusted my judgement.'

This, Logan knew, was very true. Janet had always consulted him about positions in management, but he'd let her have free rein with the recruitment of lower echelon staff and he'd always been happy with her choices.

‘I don't think we should be too hard on Sally,' Janet went on. ‘There was a medical emergency and she was doing someone in her family a good turn.'

Logan's jaw set stubbornly. He wished he'd never started this silly conversation.

It was bad enough that all day he'd kept remembering the girl with her mass of blonde curls. Despite the unflattering fluorescent office lighting, her hair had shone like spun gold and he'd found himself thinking, ridiculously, that it must look incredibly pretty in sunlight. Worse, he kept seeing her with the child in her arms, couldn't forget the sight of her dipping her head to comfort the little girl with a soft kiss.

What was the matter with him? She wasn't his type at all, and he truly didn't give two hoots if she got the job or not.

‘You're quite right,' he told Janet. ‘I'll leave the selection of a receptionist in your capable hands.'

‘Thank you, Logan,' Janet said dryly. As he turned to leave, she added, ‘But, while you're here, can you take one of these personality tests to fill in? It's part of my preparation for the next team-building workshop.'

‘Team-building? But that won't involve me. I don't have the time right now.'

Janet rose majestically and shook the stapled sheets of paper at him. ‘You promised your full support.'

‘But I didn't…That doesn't mean…'

‘It means you've signed up for the Blackcorp team-building workshop, Logan. You promised top down involvement in this one.'