“Is it terrible that that’s my next question?” I asked, wincing.
“No, it’s exactly what I would ask. In fact, it is what I asked, after I got over the shock of their offer. All positions are frozen right now, wage increases frozen—”
“Promotions frozen?” I interrupted.
“You guessed it,” she said. “You should be getting an email shortly explaining who you’ll be reporting to once I’m gone, which is in two weeks.”
“Two weeks,” I breathed. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“Well, for now don’t say anything, just listen. You’ve got to be in the office on Monday to meet with your new boss. He’s bringing in all of the field teams except for those that are overseas. He wants to meet you all face-to-face. And let me tell you, he’s a real jackass.”
“Great,” I said, leaning my head on my hand. “Just great.”
“You’ll be fine,” she replied. “You’re great at your job, you’ve always done incredible work, and your references are impeccable. Just don’t set fire to Bryant Mountain House or do anything to make a spectacle of yourself and everything will be okay.”
“Mm-hmm,” I said, not wanting to comment directly on the whole spectacle thing. “But, Barbara, what are you going to do?”
“Who knows, kiddo. I’ve been working since I was fifteen years old. Might be nice to take some time to decide. Hey, maybe I’ll get one of those herb gardens everyone’s always talking about.”
“You should come up here, we’re installing a new herb garden outside the kitchens so the chefs have access to fresh herbs all season long. Remember my friend Roxie, the chef? Her boyfriend, well, fiancé now, runs one of the biggest organic farms on the East Coast and it’s just about ten miles down the road from here. Anyway, they’re helping us reboot the gardens up here, beyond the already incredible flower gardens they have, they’re taking a dormant field down past the croquet lawn and growing all kinds of crazy stuff. Archie was the first person to suggest it, actually, he really loves the idea of taking the Mountain House back a few pegs to what it used to be. Of course, he wants everything done within budget, but oh my goodness, you should’ve seen his face when Oscar, that’s the dairy farmer in town who’s dating my friend Natalie, you remember Natalie, anyway when he brought his cows up and they started running toward the lake Archie nearly split his pants racing after them and—” I stopped, listening to myself prattle on.
“Well, listen to you,” she marveled.
Time to wrap it up. “Anyway, since you’ll have some time off, you unemployed person, you should come up and relax a bit. Let a supercute farmer teach you how to grow basil.”
“I’ll think about it,” she mused, but her tone told me she was done thinking about her predicament and already wondering what I might be up to.
“So, if I’m coming in on Monday, will you have time for lunch? If I’m fired too we can buy each other martinis.”
“You’re not fired. But I won’t say no to the martinis, or the lunch. I’d love to see you, kiddo, let’s get caught up. And remember, just stand your ground with this guy, let your work speak for itself.”
“Mm-hmm.” I nodded. Just like Barbara to be giving me advice during the call she had to make about her own job being eliminated. “I’m so sorry about this.”
She huffed once more, chirped out a good-bye, and hung up.
I set my phone down, sank back into the chair and stared out the big picture window at the lake. I ended up sitting there for the next three hours, watching as the sun moved across the sky and set behind the mountains. Only when the room was so dark that the lanterns flickered on did I get up and walk back to my room.
I got a text from Archie around eight thirty. Did I want to meet him up on the roof? I’d been sad sacking for several hours now, I needed something to cheer me up. A quick tussle up top should be exactly the right thing to send me off to sleep tonight.
I hurried toward the staircase, smiling to myself when I saw that the door was already cracked open, letting me know he was up there. I climbed the stairs quickly, suddenly wanting nothing in the world more than to slip into his arms and snuggle into his chest.
When did you get so schmaltzy?
Just now, when I realized that there are benefits to not being alone every night, especially the night after you just got some bad news.
“Hey,” he said, after I pushed open the door and let myself out onto the rooftop.
“Hey yourself.” I sighed, so many emotions running through me at the sight of him. Relief, gratitude, contentment, shot through with pure unadulterated lust. End of the day Archie was my favorite Archie, when the tie had been loosened and the jacket was off and hello what’s this, his shirtsleeves were even rolled up.
It was a far cry from Mr. Buttoned-Up Hotel Boss I’d seen those first days after I’d arrived up here.
I crossed the rooftop to him, a slight breeze ruffling the edge of my skirt. It had been the first really warm day so far this year, and the rooftop retained some of the heat. The air felt warm and soft and comforting, and when I reached him I slipped eagerly into his arms.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you all day.” He sighed into my hair.
“I’ve been a bit in hiding,” I admitted, loving the feel of his hands on my lower back.
“Oh boy, that’s never a good thing.” He chuckled, stepping backward to perch on the edge of the railing. He pulled me in between his knees, positioning me so that he could look into my eyes. “What’s up, Bossy?”
I debated telling him, what was the point? It’s not like he could do anything. But I wanted to tell him, wanted to engage in this end-of-the-day ritual called How Was Your Day, Dear, and be inside this ritual for the first time.
“Well, I talked to Barbara this afternoon.”
“Who’s Barbara?”
“Seriously?” I asked, crinkling my nose.
“I’ve never heard you mention her before.”
“That doesn’t even seem possible,” I mused, thinking back to all the conversations we’d had. Surely I’d mentioned her?
“You’re not really what we’d call fond of sharing.” He chuckled, grasping my hands and holding them in between us. “So who’s Barbara?”
“Huh,” I replied, still surprised that I’d never mentioned her. “Anyway, she’s my boss.”
“Got it, Barbara the boss.”
“But she’s more than that, she hired me, taught me everything I know, she basically groomed me and created this bossy hotel wunderkind you see before you today.”
“So she’s who I’d thank for your incredible sense of humility?”
“You’d have to do it fast, because she just told me she’s leaving. A bunch of people are leaving. Ever heard of The Empire Group?”