Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,33
get to the hotel. They will handle anything you need, including those copies.”
“Oh…perfect. I’ll do that as soon as we get there. I wanted to check if there was anything else you needed me to do before we land?”
“I’ll send you my electronic calendar and allow you real-time access to the system. You will be able to change and add appointments. You need to know my movements. You can take a look at that now. Then I want you to set up a meeting with Catharine from reception for when we get back the day after tomorrow.”
“That’s Saturday.” I’ve noticed that Bolt is a bit of a workaholic. Every day seems to be a workday for him.
“For Monday, then. All employee details have been uploaded onto your electronic address book, so look her up. Catharine will be able to give you a crash course in operating our telephone lines. You should probably set something up with all of the department heads, start with Human Resources. Mark will give you an organogram of our head office.”
Crumbs! He may as well be talking in French. I grab the notepad next to me and start scribbling. I’ll figure it all out later. “Catharine from reception, for Monday,” I say to myself, “and Mark from HR. Or-ga-no-gram,” I spell the word out. I’m vaguely familiar with the word, but I’m not sure exactly what it is. I’ll google it. “What else?” I look up, and he has this look of amusement on his face. “I’m sorry this is all new to me.”
He clears his throat, looking serious again. “No problem. Chat with Mark about a Group organogram as well. We have many companies under the Zeus umbrella.”
“I’m aware. I have done some research on your organization.” I hope I don’t sound like a complete fool. I need to do more work on getting to know his businesses even better.
“Research on my Group.” He makes a noise of agreement. “Good to know, Miss Shaw.” He turns a little more towards me. “What about me? Have you googled me?”
I swallow. “Erm…I…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I…only did it twice. The second time was to find out more about you from a business standpoint and to—”
“What about the first time?” He quirks a brow.
Oh, crud! “Um…” What the hell should I say? “I had dinner with my best friend, Candice, last night, and I told her about the interview and your offer. Technically, it was she who googled you the first time. Not me.”
“She googled me from a business standpoint or a personal one?”
“Pictures of you…mostly, I think.”
“You think they were pictures, or you know they were?” That amused look is back.
“No, I know they were pictures because she showed me.” I need to change the subject. It needs to happen right now. I say the first thing that comes to mind. “Lilian seems nice.”
His forehead lines with a deep frown. “Who?”
“Lilian, our cabin attendant. I have to say, she’s gorgeous, and she seems to like you.” I quickly shove some food in my mouth so that I can stop talking. That was an inappropriate thing to say. Bolt is my boss. He’s not a friend. He’s not Simon from work. He’s not my mom or any other employee who has worked with me in the past. He’s like no one I’ve ever met before, and his jaw has clenched tight. I think he’s mad. I shouldn’t have said that. I was overly familiar. It’s how I’m used to things being at the bakery, but it’s no excuse. I’m not at the bakery. Things have changed.
“I have zero interest in Lilian,” he pushes out.
That’s crazy. I don’t know a single guy who would turn down someone like her. Tall, slim, incredibly beautiful. “Of course,” I mumble. “Forget I said anything.” I stuff more food into my mouth. I realize it’s a piece of the crispy pork skin, and it crunches in my mouth as I chew. So much for being civilized.
“To put it plainly, I never piss in my own backyard,” he adds, taking a sip of his whiskey.
I chew a few more times and then swallow my mouthful of food. It’s like a lump going down my throat. “Excuse me?” I ask. I’m not sure what that means. “You don’t do what in your backyard?”
“I never piss in my backyard,” he repeats. “Since I own this jet, the cabin attendant is on my payroll. I don’t fuck my employees, Miss Shaw.”