has trained personally?”
“No.” She'd always assumed that someone as controlling as Philip
probably trained his own assistants.
“None,” Eloisa's voice softened. “He does not allow anyone to spend
that much time with him. He always leaves or makes others leave after a short
period of time. Not even I have ever spent more than a few hours with him at
one time. To allow you that close proximity for such an extended period of time
tells me that he considers you someone special.”
Jennifer's eyes widened in disbelief. Was it possible that Philip
really did value her that much?
“Please, Jennifer, speak with him. Ask him to reconcile with his father
before things become worse. I fear that if he does not, Mr. Haas will not stop
until he has destroyed everything Philip has worked so hard to build.”
Jennifer wasn't sure what she was supposed to say to either the
statement or the request. Was it really her place, especially after she'd tried
so hard to let Philip tell her things at his own pace? But, could she really
stand by when she knew that Philip's abusive father was trying to hurt him
again? What if she did keep her mouth shut and Johann succeeded in
taking Philip down? Could she live with herself? Then again, what if she did
ask him? Wouldn’t he want to know how she knew about his father's plans? Would
he think that she'd been going behind his back and being nosy? She wasn't sure
which risks she was willing to take.
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Thank you.” Eloisa beamed as if Jennifer had said that she could fix
all of the problems. “I know that you will do what is right and that Philip
will listen to you.”
Then, to Jennifer's surprise, Eloisa leaned forward and pressed her
lips against Jennifer's right cheek and then against her left.
“I think we shall meet again, Ms. Brooks.” Eloisa squeezed Jennifer's
hand. “I believe I will try one last time to speak with my old friend, but I
believe that it will be you who will bring this to a conclusion.”
With that last comment, Eloisa walked back the way they came, leaving
Jennifer staring after her in disbelief of what had just happened. Even as she
was trying to process the conversation, Jennifer flashed back to the first time
when she'd seen Eloisa and how jealous she'd been when the other woman had
kissed Philip's cheek. Maybe it hadn't been what Jennifer had originally
thought. The French were known for kissing the cheeks of others in greeting or
farewell. Eloisa had just demonstrated that she followed that tradition. It
seemed to Jennifer that she'd been mistaken in her previous assumptions. There
wasn't anything between Philip and Eloisa but friendship. She suddenly felt bad
about all of the time and energy she'd spent being jealous.
“Can't do anything about that now,” she muttered to herself. She took a
deep breath. What she could do was go home like Philip had told her to and
spend her time off making her decision about Brad. Once she'd done that, she
could decide what to do about the information Eloisa had just given her. One
problem at a time.
Chapter 5
The answering machine was blinking when she walked in the door and she
immediately pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. Most people who called her
only called the landline when they couldn't reach her on her mobile.
“Shit,” Jennifer swore. She hadn't checked her battery before work and
it had died. She plugged it in and then hit play on the answering machine as
she kicked off her shoes.
“Hey, Jenny, it's Brad. I called your cell a couple times and didn't
get answer. I'm getting worried. Call me.” He didn't sound too happy.
**BEEP**
“Jennifer, it's Rachel. I'm guessing you forgot to charge your phone
again. I won't be home tonight. Remember the hottie from the restaurant? Cole?
He asked me out after work and I fully intend to take advantage of having
tomorrow off.” Rachel's voice grew serious.