Authors: Reana Malori
Closer_To_You
Closer to You
Reana Malori
Closer to You
© 2015 Reana Malori
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: © 2015 Bree Archer
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Summary -
Taking risks has never felt so right...
Penelope Lucas was much too serious. She works too hard at pleasing everyone but herself. On a whim, she finally decides to go out with some friends for a night on the town to let loose. When she sets eyes on the unforgettable man standing across the room, she throws caution to the wind and decides to live a little.
Gabriel Turner was not your typical guy. In fact, he was so far from the average guy, he sometimes wondered himself when and where he had gotten lost. Work was too hard and life was too short. He needed something, or someone, to force him out of his stuffy, shark infested world.
While visiting the nation’s capital to decide if he will move his company headquarters, little does Gabriel know that his life is on a collision course with the one person who will make him want everything he once thought he would never have.
What starts as a night of letting go of inhibitions and taking risks, quickly becomes a love that neither is willing to let go of. No matter the cost.
The incessant buzzing and beeping of her phone simply would not stop. Someone was trying their very best to contact her, and the longer she did not respond, the more they texted. Annoyance sped through her and her lips pursed in frustration. Just who in the world needed to get in touch with her so damn badly? Another buzz of the phone had her expelling a loud sigh into the quiet room as she quickened her steps.
“Oh, good gracious. What do you want?” Although she was yelling at an inanimate object, it still felt good. Penelope Lucas was definitely a bit too stressed out to deal with the sound right at the moment.
Taking a few minutes to set the heavy bag of groceries on her kitchen counter, Penelope finally had the chance to look at her phone. Grunting noises and sighs borne out of frustration were the only sounds in the kitchen as she scrolled through the information on her screen. Reading the various text messages and emails from her boss, her weekend plans began to disintegrate and fly away like dust in the wind.
This could not be happening again. This was the third weekend in a row, and she was tired. All she needed was some time for her. She didn’t think she was asking too much, was she? How could one company continue to ask so much of one person? Hell, she wasn’t an executive-level employee who was paid to work these exorbitant hours. She wasn’t even a muckety-muck department manager. It just seemed to her that there would be a better way for her company to get things done than calling on her for help.
Her title had nothing to do with calling the shots at her office, but had everything to do with taking orders from others. Being a corporate litigation paralegal was nothing like the books or movies portrayed it to be. There was no way her presence was really needed for a weekend of strategy meetings. This had to be some kind of joke. Working ten and twelve hour days, five days a week had become very old, very quick, and here was another request from her boss to work on the weekend to help with another emergency.
Deciding to ignore the messages for now and respond later, after she had a big glass of red wine, she began to empty the bag of groceries and place the food in the cabinets and refrigerator. While she may want to respond to their pleas for assistance with a resounding
hell no,
there was little doubt in her mind that she would be at the office tomorrow, as expected. For all of her complaining, Penelope really did enjoy working at IntelliPoint, and what she did there. Sighing as she mentally pictured her weekend going down the drain, she finished putting everything away, wiped down her counters and pulled out a large wine goblet.
Just as she was opening her newly purchased bottle of pinot noir, her mother’s distinctive ring came across her phone. “Damn”, she grumbled, looking over at the phone lying on the counter as if mocking her. This was not happening tonight. Penelope was sure this was going to be another request to go out shopping this weekend, or some other time-wasting activity. More than likely, her mother would be asking for some money to buy a new pair of shoes or have her nails done, or some other such foolish thing. Whenever she and her mother went out for their regular pampering sessions, Penelope would try her very best to just enjoy the day and make the most out of spending time with the woman who had birthed her. Lately, though, it was starting to become an every weekend habit and it was simply too much. Heaven forbid she could actually have a weekend to herself, just to relax and enjoy a good book. Clearly, she was asking for too much and should just grin and bear it. Well, grimace and bear it would be more appropriate, but no one was asking her opinion.
Too many people made requests on her time. Time and time again, she was called on to take care of everyone else. But not once in all this time, had anyone taken a moment to think about her. No one ever stopped what they were doing or went out of their way to take care of her and her needs. When would it be her turn?
On a daily basis at work, she had to take care of everyone on her team. She always kept their work lives in order, even when things were spiraling out of control for her. As a senior level paralegal, she wasn’t high enough on the corporate ladder to rub elbows and schmooze with the general counsel and the attorneys on his team, but neither was she considered administrative personnel. Stuck somewhere in the middle, she was often left holding the bag for others and asked to do the lower-level grunt work the attorneys felt were beneath them.
Off work and after hours, when it should be time just for her, it was constantly catering to her mother. A woman who never seemed to appreciate, nor understand, that Penelope had her own life and needed to take care of herself every once in a while. Just once, she needed someone to put her first, to give her what she needed and wanted. Without expecting anything in return.
Mind made up, glass of wine in hand, e-reader fully charged and loaded with the newest book releases, she walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. No matter what, she was going to have a few minutes to herself tonight and not think about anyone else for a while.
“Penelope, can you stop by for a meeting with Mr. Jones and me?” The high-pitched voice blared through the intercom on her desk.
“Sure, Barbara, I’m on the way.” Quickly saving the document she was working on, Penelope stood from her large cubicle and mentally prepared herself for another long, boring meeting.
Disconnecting her laptop from the docking station, Penelope made her way down the hallway to the chief financial officer’s office. While she had not planned to be at work on a Saturday morning, the messages on her phone simply would not stop. After twenty minutes of trying her best to ignore the pull of responding, she had finally given in and looked at the urgent messages her boss had been sending.
As it turned out, the friendly merger that everyone had assumed would be taking place without a hiccup, was turning into a no-holds-barred, hostile takeover. Caustic words were flying across the table, stinging barbs were being thrown around and the lawyers on both sides were seeing dollar signs as everything fell apart at the seams. Something had went very wrong in the one-time congenial negotiations.
David Richards, the chief executive of IntelliPoint, and her employer for the past three years, had pissed off the top executive at the company they were trying to merge with, GTB Technologies. Apparently, after that call had went to hell in a handbasket, the shit had hit the fan.
Now a shitload of lawyers were onsite in their office space and looked to be settling in for the long haul. Late night conference calls were taking place behind closed doors. Press releases were being issued almost every hour it seemed, just to try and stop the bad press that would inevitably cause all of their hard work to crumble right in front of their eyes. Hush-hush negotiations to try and smooth over some ruffled feathers were taking place in every corner of the office, with tempers flaring all around her. It would be laughable if it wasn’t so damn sad.
But for Penelope, all of those high level shenanigans translated into her needing to come into the office on a Saturday morning. Her job was to help her boss with researching legal precedent, organizing file documents, reviewing multiple contracts and indexing exhibits. However, several times this morning, she had been called upon to take meeting minutes, track action items and even had to order lunch for the entire team since there was no assistant in the office. To say that she was fed up with so many grown people acting like children, would be the understatement of the year.
After hour upon hour of sitting in the uncomfortable chair listening to the executives sputter on about how they had to fix the mess the CEO had gotten them into, Penelope was convinced they were completely and utterly screwed. Based on the conversations taking place around her, apparently the phone call between the two executives had ended with her CEO yelling at the top of his lungs to the executive at the other company. He went so far as to call the man an idiot, asking him if he was on drugs, and threatening to blackball him to the entire industry. It was just another nail in her company’s coffin since her CEO had already lost significant credibility in the market due to his short temper.
As a result, the threats had not only been empty, the other company was now making statements about walking away from the deal completely. To make matters worse, the CEO of the other company planned to arrive in Washington, DC later today on some other business and had called an emergency meeting with both sides. Based on everything she had heard about the guy, he was ruthless. GT Banks had a reputation that preceded him, which is why she was floored that her CEO would risk everything because of his ego.
In spite of what was being shared with the general employee population, which wasn’t much, her company needed this deal to go through. Badly. Business had been trending down for a while, and clients were frustrated and angry with the blustering of the senior executive. Only a handful of people knew that the firm was in financial trouble and all of them were sitting at the table trying to find a way to fix this fiasco. If this deal fell apart, so would her company.
After a full day of meetings, Penelope was bone tired. Once the day was done at around four o’clock that afternoon, she quickly left the conference room and made her way back to her desk. Just as she was about to begin typing up some notes from the meeting, so that she would not forget the action items she had been assigned, her phone started to buzz. Looking at the number, she saw that it was her friend Crystal Brown and decided to answer. It would be good to hear a friendly voice.
She was actually very glad for the break. Crystal had just returned from Mardi Gras a few weeks ago and Penelope needed to hear all of the sultry details. “Hey, Crystal! How was Mardi Gras?”