The Heirs: The Murphy Sweetheart

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Emery

I had a good first day at The Donavan Group. It's clear Rhys is a very busy person, and well-liked. It's not super clear on what I'm going to be doing here, but I figure that will come with the next few days as I get settled in.

Mila and I have been texting every chance I get. I fill her in on the day. Riding into work with Rhys. Spilling cherry on my blouse and having to wear this low-cut monstrosity. Taco Monday with my new coworkers.

Everyone heads home for the day as I sit back in my chair, going through my new computer, skimming my notes from the last few months on clients, mergers, upcoming events, and big meetings – trying to see where I can help.

"Come on, Emmy," Rhys sighs, closing his office door behind him, "Time to go to this game."

I jump up. Rhys' eyes flick to my new top.

"Jordan's," I respond, reading his mind. I try not to blush.

"Ah."

He doesn't say anything else as we make our way to the elevator.

"I haven't been to a game in forever," I muse, just to have something to say. I pick at my fingers, and immediately stop myself.

"Should be a good game," Rhys says distractedly as he types a message on his phone. I can't help but notice how tired he looks. It must be exhausting being Rhys Whelan. I'd hardly seen him all day save this morning.

The elevator approaches and we get in. I send a quick text to my parents, letting them know I'm going to a post-work meeting at the Red Sox game with Rhys. I wonder if any other Murphy guys will be in attendance.

Rhys' phone goes off and he grunts angrily before answering as the elevator descends. "What?...Not what I said...Maybe if you listened...I can't tonight...Can't Albie go?...I'm going to a meeting with Murdoch...alright...fuck off to you too then."

He hangs up. "Sorry."

"Are you normally this crabby at work?" I ask without thinking. "This isn't the Rhys I know," I say jokingly.

Rhys just smirks and leans his head back against the wall, "Long day."

I nod. "I like your employees. They've been very welcoming."

"That's good," he nods thoughtfully, "They're good people."

"Where did you find them? If you don't mind me asking. I mean, I guess they're just not what I was expecting."

"What? You expecting big scary dudes with tattoos and guns strapped to their hip?" Rhys asks, but he slides me a look with a small smile. I laugh. "How strange of you to think that."

The elevator reaches the lobby. The place is completely empty except for the janitor and doorman. Rhys gets the door for me and leads me to the busy street.

"We're only a few blocks from Fenway. Let's walk," he says simply.

I nod. It's a nice enough day, and I'm wearing flats, thankfully. We walk slowly, almost leisurely. Which is kind of nice.

"We need diverse minds and perspectives. We can't keep thinking the way we always have," he tells me, "that's why I try to build a team with a lot of different people with different backgrounds."