That was still the bottom line. Grace just couldn't share him with anyone. She gathered her clutch purse and shawl from their table and weaved her way through the crowd. On the curb she hailed a cab. Jack won't follow her tonight. He'd know she was hurt and needed space. In the morning her Dad would be there with a moving van to haul her belongings back from school for the last time. This chapter in her life was over. She had to move on. And she had to do it without Jack.
FOUR
Seven years later.
"Grace Yates' office." Grace's administrative assistant and friend, Daniel, answered the phone as she entered the outer office. Daniel watched her with concern in his pretty brown eyes.
Grace had been at Stein and Watson for seven long and very stressful years. After accepting a coveted externship at the successful financier straight out of college, Grace packed up her things and moved north to the Big Apple. She hadn't even taken any time off after graduation. She shied away from thoughts of her reasons for jumping in with both feet and never looking back. That was a long time ago and she'd wallowed in her sadness over love lost for too long already.
She'd just left a meeting with the executive board that had her reeling. In the high pressure world of New York finance there was no time to feel shock or pride in a job well done. You just keep moving onto the next client, the next investment, and the next opportunity for profit. You didn't get a pat on the back from the higher ups when you brought in a huge contract with a new client or turned a great investment for an established customer. It was all part of the job and your thanks for a job well done came when your cut of the profit was direct deposited into your bank account on pay day.
When Grace was called to the executive suite for a conference she was surprised and dismayed. You didn't get called to the carpet by old man Watson unless you were about to get canned. Both she and Daniel had a little panic attack when Shelly, who was Mr. Watson's secretary – most secretaries preferred to be called administrative assistants, but Mr. Watson was old school¸ so his secretary was a damn secretary, not an assistant – called to request she attend an impromptu meeting of the board. Grace was racking her brain for anything she may have done or said to bring the wrath of the board down on her head. It felt like a death march when she calmly made her way to the elevator and up two floors to the executive level. It was a shock when the combined executive board offered Grace a promotion to junior executive. She still couldn't believe it. She'd been mentally boxing up her belongings and preparing to be dismissed for some unknown offense. Now she was supposed to box up her things for a different reason. Her office would be moving up to the dreaded executive suite.
Grace had landed a client several other agencies were gunning hard to acquire. She'd accomplished it with no real effort on her part. One of her clients was thrilled with her work on his account and he'd raved about her to his friend. That friend happened to be newly transplanted to New York and the CEO of an up and coming whole food chain that was rapidly spreading through upper middle class neighborhoods across the country. The man had lots of money to invest and he needed help with that and the creation of viable tax shelters. Grace hadn't even tried to hook the account. It just fell into her lap. She worked hard to build solid relationships with her clients and it was paying off. She was making big money for her clients and her firm.
Daniel looked up at her with the phone to his ear when he mouthed, "Rick," with a question in his eyes.
Grace shook her head vigorously and moved past Daniel's desk and into the sanctuary of her darkened office. She couldn't deal with Rick when her mind was swimming with all of the possibilities this promotion would bring to her door. She would gain so much by accepting this position, but she would lose a lot too. The increase in salary and the commission would be enough to make most people take the job without further consideration. As it was, Grace had little time for a life outside of the office. She had dinner once a week with Luke on Friday nights. They keep in touch via text and phone a few times a week. If she became a junior executive what precious time she did have would fade quickly.
She'd been dating Rick for over a year and things were going well. That is until Rick began to push for more from their relationship. Grace had limited time to devote to dating so Rick was perfect for her. He was a very attractive man who also had a high pressure job that took up much of his time. The sex was great and Rick was comfortable to be around. When they were together they made the most of the time they had and there was no fuss or argument if either of them couldn't make it for whatever reason.
The guy she'd been dating before Rick was a needy, possessive nightmare who liked to pop in on her at work and during dinner meetings. She'd cut him loose after he suggested they move in together and she find a job working less hours. That way she'd have time for running their home. Yeah, right buddy! I didn't get a degree just so I could do your laundry and get dinner on the table by five every night.
Rick was nothing like that guy, but suddenly he wanted to change the rules of their relationship. He wanted them to live together so they could test the waters of a more permanent relationship. He hadn't come out and asked her to marry him, thank God because she'd hate to have to turn him down, but it was clear Rick's mind was moving in that direction. And why shouldn't it be? He was a handsome, confident thirty-five year old successful man who could have any number of women begging to be his bride. Grace suspected he probably did. She was beginning to think he was ready for a family. Sadly, Grace wasn't. She cared about Rick and the inevitable break-up would hurt her, but not enough to make her want to risk her privacy and individuality to become Mrs. Richard Blake.
Grace flopped down in her high backed red leather chair. She had bigger fish to fry today. Rick would have to wait. She surveyed the interior of her office. There were days that little square office with its beige walls and view of the adjacent high-rise building was the only view she had to speak of. Occasionally, Luke would show up and eat lunch at her desk with her. That was always nice, but usually Daniel would fetch her lunch and bring coffee right to her desk while Grace concentrated on counting her beans. She had to smile at the memory those words evoked. She did love her equally spaced and perfectly stacked piles of beans.
The dark polish of her desk usually felt like the anchor. Her focus and drive came to life behind the expanse of its cherry wood finish. Today for some reason her desk felt like a weight that might drown her if she sat there any longer. Grace folded her arms on the desk and laid her head down for a moment. Tears filled her eyes but she refused to let them fall. This was her dream come true, dammit! This is why she worked through college instead of partying. This is why she followed her best career opportunity to New York, instead of following her heart to Seattle. She would be a junior executive for a prominent investment banker at twenty-eight. So why wasn't she happy? Why did it feel like she was being suffocated?
The door to her office opened but Grace didn't lift her head. Daniel would worry if he saw her so uncharacteristically frazzled. He was probably already frantic with worry over what had happened upstairs, but she couldn't talk about it yet.
"Hold all of my calls, Daniel. And if Rick calls again tell I'm in meetings all day. I can't handle any more pressure right now." She said into her folded arms. Someone cleared their throat, and it wasn't Daniel. Grace quickly wiped her eyes and lifted her head to find Rick standing in front of her desk. Fuck!
Daniel was by the door looking guilty. "I'm sorry, boss," he apologized and glared at the back of Rick's head, looking like he was ready and very willing to call for security to haul Rick away. "He wouldn't take no for an answer. I explained that you had a full day and weren't to be disturbed."
Daniel looked so worried for her. It warmed Grace's heart. She counted Daniel and his husband, Tom, among her very few friends. She was sure he would grill her later. For now she had an agitated looking Rick to deal with. Grace nodded reassuringly to Daniel and he backed out of the room, quietly shutting the door as he went.
Grace turned her attention to Rick. She had no idea why he was there and she didn't really know what to say. So she waited for him say whatever it was he'd come to her office to say. Rick took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk and just stared at her for a moment. The look of concentration on his face made her feel like he was he trying to read her mind. Like maybe if he looked long enough one of those conversation bubbles from the cartoon pages in the paper would appear over her head to reveal all of her inner thoughts. It obviously wasn't working. She sat back in her seat with a deep sigh. This wasn't going to end well, but she had a feeling it was going to end. That made her sad, but not sad enough to bend to Rick's wishes for them to live together.