CHAPTER 3
She looked out of the office window, down into the conference area, where George was still inputting information into his computer, and where John was typing up his report. She studied him intently; able to do so while his attention was elsewhere.
There were people who said she was crazy, that her plan, long held dear to her, would never work, but she knew she would find a way, and the dark- haired, blue-eyed good looking young man in front of her was the key to all. Once again, she returned to her desk, and pulled out a photograph. It was of another dark-haired, blue-eyed man with his arms around her, smiling tenderly down at her, a much younger her. Her eyes filled with tears, she would go ahead with her plan, or die trying! No matter that she had spent 5 years of her life to get here, no matter that he said he never wanted anything to do with her again, Patrick would welcome her back when she controlled his son! And if he didn't - well she would overcome that obstacle when it presented itself. She would succeed, she would!
Going back into the conference area, she leaned over the back of John's chair, reading his report, her hand on his shoulder. He half turned and looked up at her in surprise. "Can I help you with anything?" he asked.
"No," she replied, and turned to George. "I need to look at all the personnel files, can you sent them to my computer?" George nodded, and looked cautious. "Does Bailey...?"
"I requested them, that's all you need to know," she said tersely, "I do not want to have you people running to Malone for confirmation of my orders," and turned and walked back into her office.
"Whew," said John, raising his eyebrows at George, "That's telling you!" George still looked worried. "That's all classified stuff," he said, "I am going to check, she can do what she likes."
"Be careful George," said John smiling at his friend, "she looks like she's a bit of a tartar. And what was that leaning over me thing? I felt really awkward." "I feel like I'm back at school," said George, picking up the phone, "And you're with me in class, about to get me into more trouble!"
John smothered a laugh, and looked over at Carolyn's office. "Oh shit, she's only looking out at us," he said, "Now I feel like I'm back at school!" and laughing some more, he sat back down, and pretended to resume his report, slanting a sideways look at George, who also laughed, but asked Bailey over the phone for confirmation of Carolyn's security code. "So it's all right to give her the personnels?" he asked, nodded and hung up. "I guess she can have whatever she wants," he muttered to John, "but stop laughing, or she'll know we are laughing at her and get into big trouble." "I don't know," said John quirking an eyebrow - "Perhaps a few cuts with the cane.?" "Or detention and 100 lines," added George, and they both laughed even more.
Rachel walked down the steps and sat down the other side of George. "What are you two laughing at?" she asked, as she opened her laptop. "You wouldn't understand - it's a humor thing," said John quickly. "You don't understand funny." "Oh ha ha," she replied, "George?" "John and I have just been told off, like school boys," George replied, still chuckling, "it feels a little strange." "Well perhaps I might like her after all," said Rachel, "if she's already on your case."
George pretended to look hurt "Hey," he said, "I thought it was only John you didn't like," he said. John stood up abruptly, and headed out of the room. "It is a mutual thing," he said to George, as he left.
She looked out of the office window, down into the conference area, where George was still inputting information into his computer, and where John was typing up his report. She studied him intently; able to do so while his attention was elsewhere.
There were people who said she was crazy, that her plan, long held dear to her, would never work, but she knew she would find a way, and the dark- haired, blue-eyed good looking young man in front of her was the key to all. Once again, she returned to her desk, and pulled out a photograph. It was of another dark-haired, blue-eyed man with his arms around her, smiling tenderly down at her, a much younger her. Her eyes filled with tears, she would go ahead with her plan, or die trying! No matter that she had spent 5 years of her life to get here, no matter that he said he never wanted anything to do with her again, Patrick would welcome her back when she controlled his son! And if he didn't - well she would overcome that obstacle when it presented itself. She would succeed, she would!
Going back into the conference area, she leaned over the back of John's chair, reading his report, her hand on his shoulder. He half turned and looked up at her in surprise. "Can I help you with anything?" he asked.
"No," she replied, and turned to George. "I need to look at all the personnel files, can you sent them to my computer?" George nodded, and looked cautious. "Does Bailey...?"
"I requested them, that's all you need to know," she said tersely, "I do not want to have you people running to Malone for confirmation of my orders," and turned and walked back into her office.
"Whew," said John, raising his eyebrows at George, "That's telling you!" George still looked worried. "That's all classified stuff," he said, "I am going to check, she can do what she likes."
"Be careful George," said John smiling at his friend, "she looks like she's a bit of a tartar. And what was that leaning over me thing? I felt really awkward." "I feel like I'm back at school," said George, picking up the phone, "And you're with me in class, about to get me into more trouble!"
John smothered a laugh, and looked over at Carolyn's office. "Oh shit, she's only looking out at us," he said, "Now I feel like I'm back at school!" and laughing some more, he sat back down, and pretended to resume his report, slanting a sideways look at George, who also laughed, but asked Bailey over the phone for confirmation of Carolyn's security code. "So it's all right to give her the personnels?" he asked, nodded and hung up. "I guess she can have whatever she wants," he muttered to John, "but stop laughing, or she'll know we are laughing at her and get into big trouble." "I don't know," said John quirking an eyebrow - "Perhaps a few cuts with the cane.?" "Or detention and 100 lines," added George, and they both laughed even more.
Rachel walked down the steps and sat down the other side of George. "What are you two laughing at?" she asked, as she opened her laptop. "You wouldn't understand - it's a humor thing," said John quickly. "You don't understand funny." "Oh ha ha," she replied, "George?" "John and I have just been told off, like school boys," George replied, still chuckling, "it feels a little strange." "Well perhaps I might like her after all," said Rachel, "if she's already on your case."
George pretended to look hurt "Hey," he said, "I thought it was only John you didn't like," he said. John stood up abruptly, and headed out of the room. "It is a mutual thing," he said to George, as he left.