Stealing the Shepherdess by Sabrina Kane EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Sabrina Kane
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Three months later
Carol, Priscilla’s executive assistant, walked into Priscilla’s office,
carrying the contracts her boss would need to sign at this afternoon’s
meeting. As usual, the fifty-three-year-old woman was dressed very smartly,
and seemed formidable with her obviously competent and intelligent air.
She laid the contracts on the desk in the spot Priscilla preferred such
things to be laid. Priscilla never understood individuals who had messy
desktops, with towering stacks of paper, and file folders strewn all over it. It
wasn’t that she was a certifiably chronic neat freak. In fact, if she didn’t
have an army of assistants both here at the Kroyn Tower and at home, she
was certain she would have trouble locating so much as her hair dryer.
But to her, this desk was like a chessboard, and anything placed on
it was one of the pieces she used in the never-ending daily matches in a
game called Mergers and Acquisitions.
“You have the Rahman meeting at three o’clock,” Carol said, not
referring to anything like a diary or a tablet because Carol never needed to
refer to anything like a diary or a tablet. “Then tennis with Ms. Pangburn at
four.”
Priscilla nodded, checking the time on her watch and then tucking a
loose strand of her red hair behind her ear.
“Right,” she said, blowing out a breath. It was 11:37 a.m. She stood
up. “I think I’ll be back late from lunch today. I feel like stopping by the
museum. It’ll clear my head before that Rahman meeting.”
“Very well, Ms. Kroyn,” Carol said. “I’ll have your car waiting for
you downstairs.”
Priscilla came around her desk and walked to the 18th
century coat
rack that had once belonged to Benjamin Franklin. She took the light jacket
she had worn to work today off it.
“Forget the car,” she instructed. “I feel like walking. Just tell
Gordon where I’m going, and have him wait for me nearby just in case.
Have Stefan and Hans meet me in the lobby.” She held up one of her feet.
“See? I even wore proper shoes for it, so you wouldn’t chastise me for
doing all of that walking in heels.”
Even at forty-two, Priscilla enjoyed wearing high heels. Already tall
at 5’10”, heels bumped her up past six feet and she liked the added height.
It had very little to do with creating an image of power, however.
She was Priscilla Kroyn. She would be considered powerful even if
she was only 5’3”. Especially in this Frank Gehry-designed building…
which she owned.
No, what she liked was that high heels made her feel sexy…in a
very unsexy job that was all about numbers.
However, lately—for the past three months—she had been subtly
changing her professional attire. Sure, pencil skirts and heels were still the
norm, but over the past twelve weeks she had also been wearing more
slacks and dressy loafers—very reminiscent of Diane Keaton in a handful
of Woody Allen movies.
Case in point: today.
Today she was a vision in black, wearing palazzo-style slacks with
very wide and billowy legs, along with chunky-soled black Ferragamo
loafers. Up top, she had on a black, long-sleeved sweater that was suitable
for the boardroom, but also for an elegant lunch out. It was an outfit she
looked terrific in, but it was also an outfit that wasn’t…memorable. For
good reason.
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