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Bailey

M onday was already off to a horrible start.

It seemed like everything that could go wrong, was going wrong.

First, I got my heel caught on uneven pavement outside of my building when I was going to the garage, and I rolled my ankle and fell.

Thank goodness I wasn’t carrying anything because I was able to stop myself from falling on my face.

But I did manage to cut my knee pretty badly and I ruined a good pair of silk panty hose and tore the front of my skirt.

When I finally made it to the office an hour later, as soon as I limped off the elevator an intern rushing to Marlow’s office bumped into me and spilled hot tea on my blouse.

Luckily, I was not burned, and I always kept a change of clothes in my office.

If that wasn’t enough, I forgot Penny was out on vacation this week and she had made arrangements to have a temp filling in for her.

Which was a waste of time because that woman couldn’t handle the fast pace in which I worked, and she didn’t last until lunch before she ran out of here with tears in her eyes.

So, here I was without an assistant, a bad knee, and a swollen ankle doing the work of two people.

I made a mental note to give Penny a raise as soon as she got back because I wasn’t going to let her have a vacation again.

Around three in the afternoon, my stomach growled ferociously, and I groaned because I didn’t notice that it was so late in the day.

I was about to place a lunch order when my office phone rang.

“This is Bailey Henson,” I answered professionally.

“Ms. Henson, please hold for Mr. Browning,” a male voice said and seconds later Titan’s deep baritone was on the other end.

“Hello, Ms. Henson. This is Titan, and I have reviewed the additional paperwork your assistant sent over Friday, and I was wondering if you could join me for a lunch meeting at my office in about thirty minutes, so we can discuss?” His voice wasn’t flirtatious; in fact he sounded serious, so I immediately agreed to the lunch meeting.

“Yes, thirty minutes is fine.”

“Good, my driver, Lloyd, will call you when he’s outside,” he said then hung up.

I sent Marlow a message that I was about to leave and got up as quickly as I could move and started to prepare myself for my lunch meeting with Titan.

Of course, my stomach was in knots because I hadn’t seen him since Saturday but right now, I couldn’t focus on that.

I had a business to run and Titan was only a client, nothing more.