Rash Decisions (PREVIEW)

Chapter 4 - Perfect Timing

JULIA FERRIS

All I keep thinking is can someone put some rum in that coffee, then maybe I’ll consider it?

I hold my breathe as I watch Troy Dillinger stand his ground with what seems like a well rehearsed grin; well, the ground he very much worked hard to defend. And who am I?

If New York City has taught me anything up to this point it’s: you always have to put up a fight, or the world will walk all over you.

I didn’t think it was in my best interest to throw my first day of work away with calling Troy out on his un- gentlemanly like behavior, but it might have been all for nothing anyways.

When I heard his name, I knew it was the very same Troy the red-head had mentioned, but nothing prepared me for that shit-eating grin that accompanied his heavy eyes.

There is one thing that I want this move to NYC to hold for me and that is to prove myself. I have spent far too long living my life for other people. I can’t have this guy assume I’d let him down easy, not with a look like his.

The unfortunate part of this story is that once we register each others stance, his eyes spark electric blue and I know none of this will be easy.

My dad would be proud of my confidence, but with every antagonistic word came a dry mouth full of doubt. I was basing everything off of instinct —something I don’t rely on often, but in this city, it’s seems to be all I’ve got. 

“Julia, my dear, how about we do lunch? Catch up on all things business and pleasure. I’d like to find out how my brother is doing too.” He turns to Troy, who won’t stop staring at me. “Troy, you must be there too!”

I tear my eyes away from the intimidating stark color of Troy Dillinger’s eyes. Paul’s boisterous tone has me wanting to smile, but for some reason my lips refuse to give in fully. “That would be lovely, Uncle Paul.”

Troy cuts in as he turns to face him. “Of course, Paul. I wouldn’t miss it. We have lots to discuss and plan for.”

“I heard the Dante’s are going to be in town soon. I’d like to discuss them as our next client. Lunch will do us good to brainstorm together as a team for the first time.” 

I wish I shared your enthusiasm, Uncle.

Paul speaks one last time. “Oh, I forgot to mention that we will be shifting Claire to work for both of you. It will help streamline productivity and no confusion is had.” As if reading my bemused expression Paul turns to me. “Claire is Troy’s assistant, but now she is both of yours. We’ll be moving her desk between your offices.”

If I am not mistaken, Troy and I might have quietly grumbled at the same time. 

I don’t know what to make of anything but nod my acceptance. What choice do I have?

Troy turns back to me with an odd skip to his step, eyes blazing. “Before lunch, do you mind us meeting briefly? You can show me your work then. It’ll help me see where we are at, at a project development stand point before discussing future assignments.”

His words ooze bullshit, but I’m game.

“Absolutely.” 

And I hate that on top of everything that his smile makes my knees go weak as I make my way to my office.

TROY DILLINGER

She slinks into my office with a secret sort of smile on her pink lips, and I wonder how long it will be until we address the fact I spilled nearly an entire latte on her less than an hour ago.