Page 28 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
Not only had they treated me kindly, they’d also started entrusting me with more things to do. They had yet to tell me what my job requirements were—although Jordan had said they’d do that at week two, it didn’t happen—but I wasn’t sitting around waiting to be told. Every afternoon, I visited each man’s office, spoke to them for a few minutes before heading out for the day. That was the highlight of my afternoons, no doubt about it.
And during those interactions, I’d learned a few things about each of them.
Like Justin had originally stated, Ben was divorced. He had turned forty this year, and I’d learned that his birthday was the weekend after I’d been hired. He lived in an apartment in the building, having decided the commute was much easier when he didn’t have to go anywhere. He had a master’s degree and a highly respected reputation within the industry, and in his spare time, he enjoyed going to a club. He hadn’t told me which one, but by the way he talked about it, I sensed that it was a place he attended frequently.
Justin traveled a lot, and he admitted that was something that he enjoyed. Meeting new people, spending time building relationships with his employees and his clients was very important to him. He never spoke about women in his life, so I assumed he still wasn’t dating anyone. Although I was pretty sure he had something going on with Ben, but they clearly didn’t call it dating for whatever reason.
Landon and Langston were thirty-four, but they’d been in the industry longer than Justin and Ben. Both shared an apartment within the building, but they lived on a ranch on the outskirts of town for the majority of their time. From what I could tell, they were very close, doing a lot of activities together.
As for their personalities, they were each uniquely different. Ben was outgoing and willing to answer any question that I had. Justin was middle of the pack, I’d say. He was often serious, but not in a harsh way. And then there was Landon… He was the funny one, constantly saying something to make me laugh. The guy was smoking-hot, down-to-earth, and drew me in like a moth to a flame. I was infatuated with that man.
Of course, his twin was just as charming.
Langston Moore had captured my attention. He was sexy, smart, and demanding in a way that I’d never experienced before. He didn’t smile all that often, but when he did, it was truly a gift to see. In fact, I’d superimposed him as the dominating hero in the romance novels I was reading on more than one occasion.
“We’d like to have a meeting at ten,” Justin informed me when he peeked out of his office shortly after nine. “Every Monday morning, in fact. In the back conference room.”
I nodded.
“If you could make sure to have coffee ready, that’d be great.”
“Yes, sir.”
Justin’s blue eyes flared, a small smile tilting his beautiful mouth before he disappeared from his doorway.
Wanting to ensure I got it all right, I immediately made my way up front to Jordan’s desk. “Justin said I’m to prepare for a meeting in the back conference room.” I peered over to the room I was interviewed in. “I take it he’s not talking about that one.”
Jordan’s smile was as bright as the turquoise polo he was wearing today.
“Nope.” He instantly shot to his feet. “I’ll show you.”
He quickly punched something into the phone, tucked an earpiece into his ear, then grabbed my hand and led me back down the hallway. When we passed the large conference room, he waved his hand at it. “That’s the conference room they use for clients and staff meetings when they bring in their managers.”
Made sense.
We stepped through the glass doors, but rather than veer off to my office, Jordan kept going. That was the first time I noticed there was another door at the very end, offset in the wall, which made it blend in.
“This is the back conference room.”
Jordan opened the door and tugged me inside.
Like the front conference room, one wall was completely made up of windows. And just like most of the client-facing space, whoever designed this room was clearly going for the modern flare. Although the front conference room was bright due to the lack of shades covering the windows, this one was dark, making it far more intimate. Or it was until Jordan punched a button on the wall and the shades began to lift slowly.
“Always be sure to lift the shades unless they tell you otherwise. If they want to go through a presentation, they’ll ask to keep them closed.”
There were no conference tables in this room. Only five large leather chairs in a circle, surrounding a round table that was only about knee high. It was a casual setting, as though they spent a lot of time chatting in here. The furniture sat on a plush, charcoal-gray rug that covered the gleaming white tile. On the wall across from the seating area was a giant flat-panel television.
