Putting on a brave front, I smiled sweetly. “Mr. Boyle, what a nice coincidence,” I said as he frowned at me. “I have been trying to set up an appointment with you. Maybe we could talk today?”
“Will wonders never cease,” I said to Sharon over lunch. “He actually wants to talk with me.”
“More likely talk at you,” opined my friend.
“Jonathan Long, assistant to the Chief of Staff, at your service. And you are?”
“Oh, yes, of course! Sorry I haven’t been up to officially welcome you. Please call me Jonathan,” he said as he looked me up and down as men are wont to do, but his study wasn’t of a sexist nature. I returned the frank appraisal, deciding he was about thirty-five, married and most likely extremely competent.
He looked up at me sharply. “You have? No.” He dug back into the papers as if looking for them. “When?”
“Oh, well, that would explain why I haven’t heard back from you about the new software.”
“That will be all Miss Katherine,” said Boyle sternly.
Boyle stood up and walked to his window, his back to me.
“You did what?” he said, as he turned toward me, staring hard.