Stolen:The Billionaire Deception(6)

     



 



"Well good morning, Erin." I turned to see Seth Hunter coming in the   door. He sat his briefcase in the spot at the head of the table. My   rightful spot.



I forced myself out of my funk and with an obligatory smile I said,   "Good morning. I haven't had a chance to see you and thank you for this   opportunity." Seth was wearing a dark blue designer suit with a light   blue tie that had dark blue stripes. The suit made his eyes look even   bluer than they had looked the first time I met him. Looking into them   was like staring into the deep end of the ocean and I had to remind   myself to be careful and not get lost there. He was the best looking man   I've ever seen and would have to see every day, knowing he was   completely off limits. This task of mine was getting more complicated by   the minute.



"We're thrilled to have you," he said. I saw his eyes move over me   quickly taking in my new business suit and lingering on my hair. He did   it almost with complete discretion and not in a lewd way at all. It was   as if he was sizing me up for the job and the look he gave me  afterwards  was an appreciative one. "Pick any seat you like," he said.  "I'm the  only one who gets a little territorial about where I sit." He  laughed,  so I did too. I wasn't laughing on the inside though. I  suppose it was  good that he was so arrogant; it would help me to  remember what I was  here for when I wanted to get lost in his eyes.  When this was all over, I  would show him territorial.



Seth sat down and as his staff entered one by one he greeted them with a, "Good morning!"



They all greeted him back with smiles and "Good mornings" of their own.   As I watched their faces and listened to their voices, I thought I  heard  genuine respect and admiration for the man who was decades  younger than  most of them. As the meeting went on it was easy to see  that they  actually trusted him and liked working with him. I let that  little  niggle of doubt seep back in, the one that said, "What if he  doesn't  know what his father did and I ruin him in the process?" As  quickly as  it arose I tamped it back down. If I was going to do this,  I'd have to  be tougher than that.



"Okay, it looks like we're all here. By way of first order of business,   I'd like to introduce our newest executive, Erin Summers. I hope you'll   all welcome her and do your best to make her feel comfortable here."



They all smiled at me and most of them uttered a friendly, "Welcome   aboard." Seth went around the table and had each of them introduce him   or herself and say what they did for the company for my benefit.



"Okay, Charles if you'd like to begin with your weekly departmental   report." Charles Landon had introduced himself as Director of Sponsored   Charity Events. It was a title I was unfamiliar with. Everyone turned   their attention to a middle aged man sitting on Seth's left. Mr. Landon   cleared his throat.



"We need to work up a response for the Children's Miracle Charity event   that Brooks and Stafford are pushing us to be a part of."



Another man, a Ronald something said, "Brooks and Stafford are currently   our most lucrative clients. Their business has kept our business in  the  black for the past several months now. I think we should bend over  and  kiss their … "



"That's fine, Ronald," Seth said with the traces of a smile on his lips.   "I'm sure everyone here is privy to what you think we should kiss …except maybe Erin, but she'll come to know you. Go on, Charles."



Charles cleared his throat and said, "I gave you the proposal Seth, have you had a chance to look that over yet?"



"No," Seth said. "But now that Erin is on board that's something that   she can probably help me with." He looked at me and I nodded and smiled.   Mr. Landon went on to give a rundown on his department and what was   happening there. It seemed that he was in charge of strictly charity   events. It was a complete department and it was the first corporation I   had worked for that had that. I gathered that rather than give   haphazardly to this charity or that, Hunter designated areas of need   based on the community and recommendations of their clients and Mr.   Landon's department took it from there. I hated to admit it, but I was   slightly impressed. I told myself to reserve judgment until I found out   if they did good work, or if it was just strictly for tax write-off   purposes.



Next, a woman that Seth called simply "Bev" gave a rundown of magazines,   television news shows, radio shows and newspapers that wanted to   schedule Seth for an appearance or interview. "That talk radio station   540 FM that does the "Wake up Manhattan" show has called three times   this week."         

     



 



I saw Harlan shaking his head adamantly and looked at Seth who was   looking amused. "That's the show with the big chicken, right?" Seth   asked. "I see it everywhere, buses, billboards … "



"Yes sir," Bev said. "I know you like to do the local shows, sir, but they're just not the most reputable."



"I'm sorry to interrupt you Bev, but do you remember two weeks ago when I   was interviewed by that reporter from the top selling newspaper in   Chicago …  award-winning reports …  completely reputable?" Bev looked   embarrassed.



"Yes sir."



One of the men said, "Well now that you brought it up, you have to tell us what happened."



Seth smiled again. I really wished that he would stop doing that. It was   so distracting. He of course had perfectly white teeth and plump,   gorgeous lips that I couldn't stop myself from imagining kissing. It was   more than obvious that he knew the effect that smile had on people  too.



"The reporter and I sat down and very professionally the first question   she asked me was whether or not I had a girlfriend. When I said no, her   second question was whether or not I had a boyfriend. When I said no  to  that, she asked me if I wanted to meet her back at her apartment  that  afternoon."



The men at the table laughed and Bev continued to look embarrassed. Then   as men do, several of them asked him if she was "hot" and whether or   not he had at least gotten her number. Seth politely and professionally   ignored the questions and without any fanfare he redirected the meeting   back to business.



"Harlan, why don't you tell us where we stand this week compared to last?"



"Our numbers have been growing since you took the helm Seth." Harlan   quoted numbers, from this time last year and compared them to now. Once   again, I was impressed. Either James still kept a tight rein on what  was  going on, or the job Seth had been handed was more than just a  familial  obligation to him. It seemed that he was doing a great job  running my  company. Good, I thought. It would be in good form when I  got it back.



The meeting lasted another hour and I counted three more times when Seth   said that he and "Erin" would take a look at one thing or another. It   was looking like Seth and I would be spending a lot of time together.   That might work to my advantage …  but I would definitely have to   continuously remind myself that he was my boss and I hated him …  or at   least the idea of him having my job and his family having my company.   Damn him for being so good looking.



When the conference room began to clear out he said, "Harlan, would you mind showing Erin to her office?"



"I'd love to," the older man said.



Seth thanked him and then looked at me and said, "I have a few phone   calls to make and then I will meet you there. It looks like you and I   have a lot of work to do."









CHAPTER FIVE









Harlan led me out the door and down a long hall with doors on either   side. When we got to the end of the hall I stopped in my tracks; they   had already put my name on the door. I was torn between the pride I felt   seeing my name and title there, and the anger that it wasn't my real   name and it didn't say, "CEO."



"Wow a name plate already, that was fast."



"Mr. Hunter wants you to feel comfortable and welcome. You'll find out   that he's a great man to work for." Harlan opened the door for me and   handed me the key. I looked around at the corner office with big glass   windows and an even more impressive view of Manhattan than the   conference room. It was already set up with a computer that had a   twenty-seven inch monitor, a flat screen television hung on the wall and   anything else a person might need in an executive office seemed to be   there as well as a lot of miscellaneous stuff. I even had my own   espresso machine and a wet bar.