California Girls(94)

“I feel good,” she whispered to herself as she parked, and she was determined that feeling should last. She had a nine-thirty meeting with her boss and once that was done, she was going to focus on her job and her responsibilities.

She got to her desk a few minutes early and plowed through her email. After printing out the weekly sales reports, she ran her inventory control program and collected the printouts before heading to see Paul.

She knocked on his open office door right at nine thirty. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

“Vacation agrees with you,” he said, motioning for her to come in and take a seat.

She closed the door before sitting in the chair and setting a folder on his desk. “I enjoyed my vacation,” she admitted. “I thought I’d be upset about Glen, but I barely thought about him.”

“I’m glad. He was never good enough for you. So, what can I do you for?”

Ali felt the first flicker of uncertainty, then told herself to suck it up. She was prepared with all her information and arguments. If Paul didn’t think she was ready to take over his job, then that was good information to have. She would make her plans accordingly. Either way, she was going to make her case.

“I heard you’re retiring,” she began, looking directly at him. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks. It’s been a long time coming, but I’m ready. The missus and I are going to buy a place in Arizona and hide out from our kids.”

She smiled. “I happen to know you adore your kids and love your grandkids even more, so I know that’s not true.” She cleared her throat. “It’s taken you a while to find someone, which makes me wonder if the job is going to be more difficult to fill than anyone had considered. There might be a reason for that. I was disappointed not to be asked to interview for your job. I have the skills. I know how the warehouse functions, I’m good with the people and when you go on vacation, I’m the one who runs things.”

Paul looked surprised. “I never thought you’d be interested, Ali. You don’t talk about getting ahead. For the past six months you’ve been all about your wedding. I thought you’d see the promotion as too much work.”

His words hit her like a slap. Seeing herself from someone else’s point of view was instructive, but painful.

She wanted to say that wasn’t true, that she hadn’t been all about the wedding, only she thought maybe he was right. Once Glen had proposed, she’d kind of floated through life, spending her time planning and dreaming and writing her new last name on random pieces of paper.

“I don’t want to manage inventory for the rest of my life,” she said, keeping her voice steady. “I would like to be considered for the job. I’ve prepared information on what I’ve done to decrease theft and reduce shipping costs, along with the controls I’ve put in place for inventory.” She pushed the folder toward him.

“Ali, I know what you’ve done for the company.”

“Probably not all of it,” she said, keeping her tone light.

“Good point. Thanks.” His expression was kind. “I really didn’t know you’d be interested. Now that I do, I’ll be in touch to set up an interview with me and the owner. We’d rather promote from within and I think you’ll be an excellent candidate.”

“Thank you.”

She spoke calmly, but on the inside she was cheering. They spoke for a few more minutes, then she returned to her desk where she forced herself to act completely normal. Dancing in place would be too hard to explain.

At lunch she headed to the post office box she’d set up before moving out of her apartment. She collected a couple of circulars and her VISA bill, opening the latter when she was back in her car. She stared at the five-figure balance and felt all the blood rush from her head. How had it gone up from last time?

Her hands shook as she studied the transactions. There were only two, and one was huge. The cake, she thought grimly. That had been a big hit, and the interest because she hadn’t been able to pay much more than the minimum amount. Even being able to use rent money to pay down the balance, it was going to take a year for her to work her way through this. Dammit, canceling the wedding wasn’t her fault and she shouldn’t have to pay for all of it.

Without considering what was going to happen when she got there, she drove directly to Glen’s office. She had no idea if he was even in town or not, but she was going to take the chance. Assuming he was sitting at his stupid desk, being his stupid self, she was going to confront him once and for all.

She stormed into the building and went directly to the third floor. Glen’s assistant, a mousy woman in her fifties, stared wide-eyed as Ali approached.

Ali motioned to the half-open door. “He in?”

The assistant nodded without trying to stop her from entering.

“Good. This won’t take long.” Ali pushed open the door.

The second she was face-to-face with her ex-fiancé, she realized she hadn’t seen Glen since before he dumped her. All their communication had been via text or over the phone. For a second she worried that being close to him after all this time would hurt her, that she would realize she missed him and that she was devastated by the loss. Only that didn’t happen.

As she stared into his light brown eyes, she realized he was a much smaller version of his brother, and not just physically. While before she wouldn’t have cared that he was shorter, slighter and paler, now she found herself just a little smug that she was sleeping with the much better brother. But even more important than looks were temperament and character. Where Glen was demanding, Daniel was easygoing. Glen had a short temper while Daniel was patient. Glen was critical and his brother was a sweet, funny, kind man who made her feel like a princess.