Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,48

as my security card in an emergency, but Steve stressed that I would have to get them to authorize it and that would mean reporting where my card had gone.

Note to self, never be that person.

After that, we went over a few other things—layout of the building, different floors where I had open access, and others where I would need an escort. My head was already hurting and we still had material to cover.

Before he took me to the blue room—which by the way, wasn’t blue—he also made sure I had his number and texting information, along with the assurance that if I needed anything to let him know. He said the next time I was there and Jim was on, he’d find me and do the same.

Good to know.

Apparently, Archie really had gone overboard. If it wasn’t so sweet, I might want to throttle him.

Steve showed me where the water was and there was a coffee urn in the corner along with some snacks. Apparently, we rated because the coffee was fresh and there were croissants, bagels, and more fresh treats. Seriously, my stomach growled, even though I’d had breakfast, but I should probably wait to stuff my face until after we finished whatever was next.

I’d just set my bag down at a chair and shrugged out of my jacket when the door opened to let Linda in, along with another familiar face. A faint grin pulled at my lips as the guy with her gave me a startled look.

“Hey,” he said and winced. “Frankie, right? Frankie.”

“Hey, Bryan,” I said with a laugh, and took his hand as he crossed toward me and we shook briefly. Almost as briefly as we had at the first orientation. “I didn’t know I’d be seeing you today.”

“Ditto,” he answered, and we both glanced toward Linda, who grinned at us.

“Like I was telling you both, we don’t always get our pick of candidates, but this year, you two made the top of the pile and we’re thrilled to have you here. I’m glad you’ve already met, because you’re going to spend the day on orientation here.”

She turned her back to us, and Bryan rolled his eyes at me and I had to bite back a laugh.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” she told us, and Bryan pulled out a chair near mine as she set up and then typed something into her laptop.

I automatically reached for my backpack to get out my laptop and notepad. Bryan had his bag, but he didn’t crack it open so much as flash a grin at me.

“I don’t think there’s gonna be a test.”

I shrugged at him. “You never know. There might be.”

“She’s right,” Linda agreed with me, and Bryan made a face. “There might be, but the only tests you’re taking today will be strictly inventories for human resources that we will keep on file. So, let me go over your day for you real quick.”

Our day, in a nutshell, was going to involve multiple video overviews of the various areas of Standish to give us a good feel for what the company handled. There would be the inventories we filled out. Lunch would be catered in, and Bryan made an ooh-la-la face at me when Linda turned to pull out some menus that she offered us. Next came folders with packets of information.

We weren’t expected to memorize it, but even though we were interns, we would be getting the full employee treatment to give us a real look at the work.

“And once we’re done, we’ll do a quick introduction to the heads of the departments, who’ve all expressed interest in you shadowing them. Ideally, you’ll work in four to six different departments over the course of your internships, because we want to give you maximum exposure and experience. That should take us up to about four or five this afternoon. I would also advise you to not make plans most evenings immediately after your internship days, because we often go into overtime, so I need you both to be prepared for that.” Then she gave us a warm smile, as if that would make up for what sounded like incredibly long days. “We’ll try not to overwork you, but again, the best way to learn is to do.”

I’d heard that phrase before. Plenty of times.

“Would either of you like to grab something to eat or a drink?”

“Absolutely,” Bryan said. “You like coffee, right, Frankie?”

“Yeah, I can get it though.”

Linda’s phone rang, and she gave us a little finger