The Tycoon's Unexpected Baby (The Abbot Sisters #3) - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,55

stood to the side, allowing her to exit first. Strange that he used manners sometimes. When it was convenient for him? Or was there something else going on here? A cultural thing?

Oh, for an internet connection so she could research these questions, Harper thought as she was led down a long hallway. They passed several large offices and open areas where several people worked, but she had no sense of what was going on. Everyone worked with a sense of urgency, but she and her guides walked through it all towards…whatever was ahead of them. Since no one was willing to tell her anything, and she was too exhausted and exasperated to ask, she just took it all in, trying to absorb as much as she could.

“Rashid, is Amit free?”

Harper noticed the smallish man when he looked up from the computer. Actually, this Rashid-fellow, might not be small. He might be normal sized, but compared to the two giants with her…Harper acknowledged that her frame of reference might be off.

The smaller man stood and nodded obsequiously “He just got out of a meeting. He’s eager to greet Doctor Ross. Has she landed yet?”

The giant reverted back to bad manners and jerked his thumb towards Harper. “She’s here.”

The smaller man looked at Harper blankly for a long moment, then his eyes widened with surprise. “But…,” he looked at the giant, then at Harper, then at the giant again. “This can’t be Doctor Ross!”

Harper inhaled slowly, trying to calm her temper. But before she could, the heavy wooden doors to her right opened and yet another giant confronted her.

“Amit, she’s here,” Giant Number Two announced.

Giant Number Three, who was even more intimidating than Numbers One and Two, nodded curtly. “Great. Let me know when she gets here.”

Then he disappeared, only the sound of Number Two’s soft snickering lingered in the air. Oh, and a strange and completely unappreciated sensation of tingling, she thought.

“I need some sleep,” she whispered to herself, rubbing her forehead in a pointless effort to ease the raging headache.

“Go on in,” Number Two ordered her curtly. Turning to the small man, he said, “I want to hear all about how this meeting goes.” Then he was gone.

The small man’s eyes widened and he looked over at Harper. “You are the famous Doctor Harper?” he asked warily.

Harper sighed as she turned back to the man who was fidgeting nervously. Why he would be nervous was still a mystery…and the reason for the other two men’s humor, she suspected.

“I wouldn’t say I’m famous, but yes,” she confirmed for the third time. “I’m truly Doctor Harper,” she replied. “I don’t understand why this is such a shock to all of you.”

Rashid blinked, then tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smile. He gestured towards the door. “Please, go right in.”

Harper stared at the man for a moment, then looked at the door that Number Three had just closed. Then back at the small man. “Go? In there?” she asked. Her voice squeaked, nervous at the thought of entering the area where Number Three had disappeared.

“Yes. Please!” he replied, gesturing to the doorway as if he wanted to sweep her into the room.

This whole situation seemed odd and weird and just…she hadn’t slept in too long and she was overwhelmed. She’d accepted a grant from the government of Izara to study grief in small children with the stipulation that she assist some guy’s family. She’d been so excited about the offer’s possibilities as well as the outrageous grant amount to focus on the details since several others had vouched for the grant’s authenticity, but perhaps she should have asked more questions. Unfortunately, Harper suspected that it was too late to read through the fine print, suspecting that the details might have given her some clues as to what was happening here.

Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and turned towards the mysterious door. “Fine,” she muttered and pushed the heavy door open, almost stomping into the office. Furious, and perhaps covering a bit of nervous tension, she walked through the door muttering, “Don’t tell me what’s going on. I love being in the dark. It’s always exciting to figure things out when I stumble over some cultural faux pas!”

By the time she was finished muttering, she was standing in a huge office. To one side was a massive desk with a huge leather chair behind it. Both of which were sitting in front of tall, arched windows. No, not windows. They looked like windows,