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BREAKFAST READING NORMALLYconsisted of stock reports and feasibility studies, but today was different. Today, his enforced convalescence had come to an end - and he could finally make a decision about the mysterious Pippilotta Jones.
His gaze returned to the dossier before him, opened to his assistant's cover sheet for the girl's background report.
Age:23
Address:Bougainvillea Street, Isla de Flores
Family:Father, unlisted; mother, single without any prior marriages and self-employed by managing family-owned bed and breakfast; siblings, 3 (all female, younger, single); three other maternal great-aunts residing in the same domicile
Education:Undergraduate (Business Administration), took a leave of absence in her second year at the University of Miami
Work History:A teller at Banco de IDF (19 y/o), hired by Simonides Inc. as administrative assistant (20 y/o) and later promoted to executive secretary in the marketing department (21 y/o)
Acheron flipped to the next page, which contained a full-length photo of the girl, taken for one of the company's newsletters.Pippi Longstocking in person,he mused. Perhaps her parents had foreseen their daughter's resemblance to the fictional character, hence her charming name?
She had an elfin face with the lightest smattering of freckles, clear blue eyes, and dimples. Her most arresting feature was her hair - gold under the sunlight, and red in the night. She was neither beautiful nor unattractive.Sensible-lookingwas the best way to describe her, and he couldn't remember such a type ever capturing his interest.
Until now, of course.
Acheron caught sight of Wickham studying him with disapproving eyes from his usual position in the room, and his lips curved. Apparently, he wasn't the only one intrigued by Timothy Collins' top-notch secretary.
"Quit it, Wick. You're acting as if I'm about to steal your daughter's chastity."
"She's the decent type," Wickham muttered. "It's not right, your plans for seducing her."
"Who said anything about seducing her?"
"You don't have to," Wickham retorted. "I've heard from Charlie himself. You've gotten rid of your current mistress - and you only do so when you've already found a replacement."
Anyone else who dared speak out of line with him would have typically earned Acheron's wrath, but since he and Wickham went a long way back, he merely ignored the last bit, saying, "I just want to get to know her better."
Or so that was the plan, but Acheron ended up spending much of his morning in a state of frustration and impatience. He kept thinking that it was only a matter of time before the girl made up some excuse and found her way to his office. A billionaire was in her debt, after all, and now was her chance to cash in on it.
But the hours ticked by, and come lunchtime, Acheron was forced to concede he had underestimated little Pippilotta.
When Charlie informed him about the whole company being unaware of both his illness and the girl's involvement in his recovery, he had thought it was only because she had enough common sense to understand that his personal health had a reciprocal impact on the company's stock value.
When she had made no attempt to contact him in the two weeks he had been away from the office, he had thought she was being discreet.
But now?
Pippilotta Jones was obviously a hell of a lot smarter than he gave her credit for, having succeeded in making him cool his heels like some infatuated idiot, the way no other woman before had done so.
Picking up the intercom, he buzzed his PA in and asked Charlie to find out where the girl was having her lunch. Hopefully, it would be a restaurant with a private room. She intrigued him, and morsels like her were meant to be savored and indulged in private.
When Charlie came back, Acheron was more than ready to leave, only to hear the younger man report ruefully that Ms. Jones was having lunch at her desk.
"She what?"That had to be an act, surely? Millennial thinking had long gotten rid of that kind of dedication to work. She had to be faking this for some reason.
"I've gone to the CCTV room to have this verified, sir. I went as far back as a week, and I checked footage from random dates in the past few months. She always has her meals at her desk, Mr. Simonides."
Her desk,which was the one place in the world Acheron hadn't a hope in hell at having a private conversation with her. Had she known that perhaps, and this was simply her way of forcing him to exert more effort in wooing her?
Acheron was normally contemptuous of such games, but instead he found himself even more intrigued. She was becoming more and more of a challenge, and it had been a long time since he had last felt this way.
Years if he recalled correctly, and it was when he had Serenity Raleigh temporarily working for him as a secretary.
