Conflict of Interest (Employee Relations Book 1) (4 page)

Come the fuck on.

Three hundred and eighty-seven emails? Day one and I’m already behind. Christ, it’s not even noon.

I minimize my inbox and stare at the boxes scattered around my office that I haven’t even begun to unpack. If only Gloria, my admin in New York, had come this week, it’d already be put away. I could use a familiar face right about now, and some damn structure too.

I’m not a huge fan of change. People claim it makes you stronger, makes you appreciate the perspective of others or their circumstances. To me that’s the kind of bullshit someone who hasn’t experienced a major change would say. That’s what life is though, right? One constant change.

I push back from my desk and look out the window. Thank God for the view. Boston Commons don’t compare to Central Park, not by a long shot, but even as a Vice President I never had a view like this in the Big Apple. Chances are I’ll have plenty of time to enjoy it, being as my temporary roommate’s a twat. That, and if I want to get to SVP in the next six months, I’ll be spending most of my time here.

My computer chimes with a meeting reminder and apparently it’s not the first one. “Shit,” I mutter upon realizing I’m already late.