“Daddy!”
“Hey, I’m just saying.” He laughed. She didn’t protest too hard, because her father might find it suspicious later if she appeared to retract these protestations about seeing Doug on a social level instead of a strictly professional one.
“You’ve said more than enough.”
“Can’t blame a man for trying. Hey, I’ve been pretty good about not harassing you about it today.”
When Gorden and Olivia arrived later that evening, Harper managed to get Gorden alone for a few brief moments. “Did Daddy pump you for info on Doug?”
“Yes, and don’t worry, I stuck to the story. I can’t help it if your father is determined to marry you off so you can live happily ever after. Your plan seems to be working too well.”
“As long as it works, that’s all I care about.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” he cautioned. “Trite but sage advice.”
“I just want my dad off my back.” She quickly scanned her e-mail on her phone. If she did it around her dad, he tried to take her phone away from her, scolding her to relax. “I have a business to run, you know. And it’s a pain in the ass to try to do it with him riding me to take time off for a personal life when I’m perfectly happy with the business being my personal life.”
She heard her father approaching the kitchen from the living room, and she dropped her voice. “And just because he’s feeling guilty for not taking more time off doesn’t mean I am or will!” She finished her hurried diatribe as her father emerged through the kitchen door.
“What’s going on, sweetheart? You’d better not be working.”
She held up her phone. “Gorden was just giving me grief for checking my e-mail, Daddy. Don’t worry.”
Her father laughed. “Good for him. You’re not supposed to be working.”
Gorden shot her a knowing look. “She’s her father’s daughter, Harrison. In more ways than one.”
She stuck her tongue out at Gorden. She knew he wouldn’t spill the beans, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t give her hell about it in other ways, either.
On Sunday, they had another great day out on the water following breakfast. By late afternoon, Harper was ready to go home.
Her father, on the other hand, had other ideas.
“Let’s have a long, three-day weekend, honey,” he said. “You and I both need it.”
“I have meetings tomorrow, Daddy. And don’t forget, it’s Doug’s first day.” She looked to Gorden for help. “Right?”
“I’m sure Gorden doesn’t need his hand held,” her father countered before Gorden could answer. “If he can keep you in hand, he can certainly take Doug through his first day unassisted. And you’re the boss. You can reschedule your meetings.”
She didn’t fail to spot Gorden’s amused smile and shot him a glare. “Daddy, who’s running this company now? You or me?”
“Oh, fine. Can’t blame a father for trying.”
“She is right, though, Harrison,” Gorden finally said. “Her morning meeting is with a DoD client. She can’t blow that one off.”
“Department of Defense, huh? Maybe I should sit in on that one, too.” He grinned.
She glared at him. “Oh, no you don’t. My company to run. Remember our deal?”
He let out an exaggerated sigh. “I think you learned too well from me, sweetheart. All right, fine, we’ll go home.” He waggled a finger at her. “But next Friday, be prepared. You’re coming back down here with me for the weekend.”
“Fine. No problem.” It was easier to give in than it was to argue with him on the subject. The truth was, of course, she didn’t mind coming with him to the Boca Grande house. And she loved their fishing trips together. What she didn’t want to do was deal with him pressuring her to relax. That took all the relaxation out of their time together.
Hopefully, in a few weeks, that wouldn’t be an issue any longer.
Chapter Nine
Monday morning, Doug arrived at Gorden’s office ten minutes early. He didn’t want to make a bad impression on his first official day of work. They had meetings in the morning that didn’t mean a whole lot to Doug, but he paid attention and took notes anyway. He didn’t see Harper much outside of the meetings, but he learned about her by observing her. She was all business, professional, friendly, but definitely no pushover. She expertly maneuvered people into the positions she wanted. She could have been in business decades instead of years.
By lunch time, he was ready for a break and glad that Gorden suggested going out. Gorden took him over to Ybor City, to the Columbia restaurant.
“So,” Gorden started after the waitress took their orders, “any questions so far?”
“Millions. But I see what you meant about her being really intense.”
Gorden smiled and nodded. “Yes. She is a natural for this business. Why do you think her father turned the company over to her without a fight when he lost the bet? It wasn’t a lucky win on her part. She took calculated, well-educated risks that paid out.”
“And yet she wants me to play a role in this charade. Why doesn’t she just stand up to her dad?”
Gorden grinned. “She could, but she’s got a stubborn streak as wide as her father’s. She could also easily go to another technology company and make the same or more than she’s making here. He knows that. She really doesn’t want to engage in a game of boardroom chicken with him to see if he’ll blink first. Instead of playing by her father’s rules, she’s changing the game and playing by her own. The trick is, she’s done it without him knowing he’s now in her court instead of his own.”
“That sounds like a lot of passive-aggressive gamesmanship to me.”
“Not really. She did need a replacement for me. She wanted someone who could, conceivably, work with her during the span of her entire career here. Someone close to her own age, so she wouldn’t have to have someone else trained. It’s a bonus that she can shut her father up in the process.”
“But my contract is only for a year.”
“Oh, don’t worry. She’s counting on you liking the job so much, as well as the pay, that you’ll want to stay on.”
“She’s that confident?” Something about that irritated him a little.
“No, she’s that hopeful.” He leaned forward and dropped his voice. “Just be honest with her. Play straight. Don’t lead her on. Feel free to disagree with her. But if you think you’ll pull one over on her and turn her into a meal ticket, think again. She’ll rip your balls off in the process.”
Doug hoped he hadn’t looked guilty at Gorden’s accidental choice of phrase. Play straight. “No problem.”
Harper worked through lunch in her office answering e-mails and reading reports from the other offices. It kept her mind off Doug.
She liked the way he paid attention and didn’t look bored throughout the morning meetings, although he had to be almost completely lost at this point. Still, it was only his first day. She hoped after a couple of weeks, once he knew his way around and had settled in, that Gorden would report to her that he’d been a good choice all around.
And if her father grew to like him even more, all the better.
The next morning, Harper had just sat down at her desk when Gorden walked in. “Sorry to bother you, but I need to add a last-minute lunch date to your schedule for today.”
She silently grumbled to herself as she pulled up her calendar on her computer. “Who, when, and where?”
“Bill James, one o’clock, at the Columbia Restaurant in Ybor.”
She sat back in her chair, frowning. “Bill James? As in Keisler Aeronautics?”