Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,12
the hallway, alone once again, she hurried after Darren who had made it almost to his office. “One of our clients owns a palace?”
Darren scowled at her. “Weren’t you listening?” He glanced impatiently at his watch. “You have less than an hour to get to the airport. Your flight takes off from Heathrow in about forty minutes.”
Cassy gasped and checked the clock on the wall behind him. “I can’t make it out to Heathrow Airport in forty minutes,” she argued. “That’s at least an hour’s drive from here! Traffic will be a nightmare.” She paused, thought about it, and corrected her statement. “Traffic is always a nightmare! No one could drive from downtown London to Heathrow airport in forty minutes!”
Darren had no compassion for a junior associate getting such a prime assignment. In fact, he was pissed that he hadn’t been chosen, so he took his irritation out on Cassy. It sounded like a peach assignment. He’d love to take over the task, go through the contracts, and ensure that all of the signatures were done correctly. He would then take in the night life, hit one of the nicer restaurants in the downtown Zurich area, relax for a couple of days, and charge everything to the client.
But this particular client had specifically asked for Cassy, which meant she would get additional visibility with the senior level partners and that meant she was that much closer to making partner. That meant she’d make it to partner level two years earlier than he’d made partner. And that simply wasn’t going to work. No, he wanted the oh-so-adorably-sexy Cassandra Flemming in his bed, not in the boardroom with him.
He snidely turned to glare down at her. “You can make it to the airport if you hurry. A car should be waiting for you downstairs.” After slamming her, and making sure that other associates overheard his derision, he continued on his way, ignoring the sputtering woman who was trying to figure things out. He definitely wasn’t going to help her. She could figure things out for herself, since she was so damn smart!
Cassy stared after him for a long moment, still not sure what was going on. Refusing to back down, she followed Darren into his office. “Darren, I don’t even have clothes packed. What’s this all about?”
Darren picked up several case files and his jacket, then looked at her with exasperation and impatience. “Look, Cassy. You’re needed in Zurich. Your assistant has all the details. I would be going myself,” he lied and added a bit more bite to his tone, “but I have court in fifteen minutes. So get your ass downstairs and get to the airport. If you have any questions, ask your damn assistant.”
And with that, he walked out the door, leaving Cassy to stare after him with her mouth hanging open. Zurich? A palace? Cassy thought the Queen of England was the only one that owned palaces. But what did she know? She was just a bourgeois lawyer trying to figure out which end was up.
As she left Darren’s office, her assistant, Melanie, rushed up to her. “Finally! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She shoved a piece of paper in her hand. “I just got an e-mail about something that’s going on in Zurich. Here’s the address where you’ll be staying and the information on your flight.” She handed Cassy a file folder. “Here’s the information on the property. No transfer of funds, it is a gift, but the legal international issues need to be reviewed before the transfer can take place.”
Melanie handed Cassy her coat and her black tote bag. “I’ve rescheduled your meetings so your schedule is clear. I’ll send you more information as soon as I can. But you have to hurry. There’s a car downstairs waiting to take you to the airport. The driver’s name is Tom and he’s going to get you out to the airport on time.”
“But what about my passport?”
Melanie tugged the black bag hanging over Cassy’s shoulder and dropped something inside. “In your bag.”
“And clothes?” she asked, still confused.
“A corporate credit card is in there as well.”
Cassy peeked into her bag while hurrying down the hallway. She’d never seen her passport, never had a need for it before although the law firm required all of its lawyers to have one ready. Obviously for emergencies like this. And a corporate credit card? Weren’t those used for things like office supplies? Surely she wasn’t being given permission to buy clothes and