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ly admitted they had an electronic document which I, as systems
manager, had a right to access. And voila! You have a format your people can
fill out, so you don’t need to ever do this again.”
    Greg hugged the girl as if she’d saved his life.

Chapter 4
     
    Greg asked a guy flirting with a young woman to find Carrie
an open office. Romeo muttered about all the work he could be doing as he waved
her to follow. At the end of the hall, he stopped and pointed at a door. “Yours,”
he snapped and hurried away.
    Compared to Jeff’s office, her office came from the wrong
side of the tracks. It was less than a quarter the size of his and lacked windows,
being an inside office. The pale blue carpet was worn to its backing near the
door, or maybe it needed cleaned. Either way, she hated it. The dull white
dusty walls looked as if they’d never been painted. All in all, the place
ranked as the ugliest closet she’d ever seen.
    She sat down and grimaced. First thing, she planned to
order a new chair , even if she had to pay for it herself.
    The small, but real wood desk had probably been expensive
back in the 1800s when some craftsman built it. But life had not been kind to its
surface. It had more scars and nicks than a wooden bench at a beaver pond.
    A good sanding along with a coat of stain and po ly urethane might
cheer it up. She’d come in on Saturday and work on it. Maybe Trent would help.
    Her mind pictured a Lucille Ball scene with Trent sanding
holes in her desk. Better to come in on Sunday and do it alone.
    The porcelain handle came off when she tugged on the bottom
drawer. Mentally, she added ‘bring tools’ to her weekend project to-do list.
She’d need her whole weekend to repair the desk. Maybe she’d arrange to meet
Trent after she finished the job.
    Thinking of Trent made her smile. He’d be so impressed with
how fast she’d found new employment. They could go out and celebrate tonight,
and he could tell her about his workday, too. The thought of him going eight
hours without her assistance worried her. She suspected he’d had a day in hell.
    She reached in her purse and discovered her cell phone missing.
The phone on the desk looked built in this century, so she called Trent at his
office, but no one answered. His first day without her and he left before six?
How? He should have been swamped with work.
    Unless he had a heart attack from the stress. She dialed
his cell phone.
    At the third ring, she began to panic, hung up, and called
his driver Sam.
    “What?” Sam asked.
    “Is Trent okay?”
    After a long pause, he asked, “Who is this?”
    “Who do you think? Carrie. I tried calling him but he
didn’t answer. I feared his first day without me had killed him.”
    Sam chuckled. “If only , but no. Master Trent remains alive and well.”
    Carrie understood his love/hate relationship with Trent
better since she’d learned they were half-brothers. “Are you okay, Sam?”
    “I’m fine. Why would you think otherwise? Oh, this is about
my removing your laptop, iPad, and cell phone? No, I’ve not taken up stealing
to appease the anger festering inside me. Trent said he’d fire me if I didn’t
take them.”
    “I didn’t mean…Trent took my cell phone?”
    “No. I took your phone so I could keep this fabulous
fucking job.”
    “The phone belonged to me. I paid for it when I first
started working for Trent. He said I didn’t warrant a phone, and given how
often he threatened to fire me, I could see his point.
    “Crap! Send me a bill, and I’ll get you reimbursed.”
    “No, I want my phone back.”
    “Your phone committed suicide this morning by leaping out
of the window of the limo and diving into the Hudson River. Buy a new phone and
send me the bill.”
    “I’ll take it up with Trent.”
    “Fine. When it doesn’t work, I’ll get you reimbursed. I
have to go now. I’m at Dawn’s apartment.”
    She smiled. “Are you two back together?”
    “As of this morning, yes.”
    “I’m