Say My Name
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What impresses me most isn’t the setup or the luxury, it’s that Nikki and Damien haven’t hired any help for the party. Even Damien’s valet, Gregory, who doubles as a sort of butler, is nowhere to be seen. Because despite Damien’s billions and the helipad in the backyard, at the core these two people are pretty down-to-earth.
I know that Jackson has issues with Damien, but I don’t understand them. And I hope that whatever is at the heart of them can be resolved, because I both like and respect my boss, and I truly value the friendship I’ve developed with Nikki.
Once Jackson and I are armed with scotch for him and wine for me, we head back into the main area to do the mingle thing. I’m a little nervous in light of our new arrangement. And for the first fifteen or so minutes I feel jittery and on edge, afraid—and, yes, hoping—that he’ll pull me aside and slide his hand under my skirt.
He doesn’t, and I’m not sure if I’m disappointed that he hasn’t tried to push my boundaries here, or pleased that he’s in full-on professional mode.
And he is, too. Jackson is cool and confident with everyone he meets. He greets Aiden enthusiastically and once again thanks him for the opportunity to work on such a cutting-edge project. He compliments my skill as a project manager and elicits effusive praise from Aiden on my behalf, which is a perk of having Jackson at my side that I hadn’t anticipated.
“She fits right in with the team on twenty-seven. We’re hoping we can steal her permanently off Damien’s desk, aren’t we, Trent?” Aiden glances at Trent Leiter, who nods enthusiastically.
“Absolutely,” he says.
“And what’s your role?” Jackson asks Trent. “International development? You’re in charge of the Bahamas development, aren’t you?”
“Actually, I oversee Southern California. That project was something of a one-off for me. Right now my attention is primarily on a new office and retail complex we’re building in Century City.” Jackson looks between me and Trent. “So the chain I follow is Sylvia, you, Aiden, and then Mr. Stark?”
“Hopefully you won’t need to go over my head at all.” I laugh as I say it, hoping to lighten the moment. Jackson has no way of knowing it, but Trent was less than thrilled when Damien named me project manager for The Resort at Cortez, taking him out of the hierarchy entirely.
“And we’re very laid back when we need to be,” Aiden adds. “You can come to me anytime. Or Damien, for that matter.”
“What are you coming to me about?” Damien asks as he approaches us from behind. He holds out his hand to Jackson, who shakes it warmly, dispelling my fear that his disdain for Damien would somehow spill out onto the polished wood flooring.
“Just to tell you how much I’m going to enjoy this job.” Jackson flashes a quick smile in my direction, and I feel a rush of gratitude. I’m not sure if he picked up on Trent’s envy or disdain or whatever it is, but I’m grateful for the change in subject.
“I’m very happy to hear it,” Damien says. “We were all disappointed when you turned down the Bahamas resort. I didn’t ask you on Saturday, but I’m curious. What changed your mind?”
Jackson shifts just enough to look at me. “As I said, Ms. Brooks is very persuasive. And perhaps the stars are just better aligned this time around.”
Damien looks at him as if considering. “I hope you find that working with Stark International is a mutually beneficial arrangement. I don’t bring people into my organization lightly. Your talent says a lot. And Ms. Brooks’s enthusiasm weighed heavily, too.”
“In that case, it looks like I have Ms. Brooks to thank for a lot of things.” Jackson’s smile is just for me. “The Resort at Cortez is just one of many.”
When Nikki joins the group to ask who needs drink refills, I offer to take care of that so she can mingle. Mostly I just want to get away before my body heats to exploding from the undercurrent of Jackson’s words.
I’m in the kitchen opening a fresh bottle of scotch when Trent enters and adds some ice to his glass. “Good thing you got him in to replace Glau. That was fucked up the way he just blew off for India.”
“Tibet,” I say.
“Odd either way. I wonder what his real story is.”
“Glau? Honestly, I’m so annoyed with the man I don’t even care.”
“I’m curious,” Trent admits. “But I wasn’t talking about Glau. I mean Steele.”
“His real story?” I’ve lost the thread of the conversation.
I know that Jackson has issues with Damien, but I don’t understand them. And I hope that whatever is at the heart of them can be resolved, because I both like and respect my boss, and I truly value the friendship I’ve developed with Nikki.
Once Jackson and I are armed with scotch for him and wine for me, we head back into the main area to do the mingle thing. I’m a little nervous in light of our new arrangement. And for the first fifteen or so minutes I feel jittery and on edge, afraid—and, yes, hoping—that he’ll pull me aside and slide his hand under my skirt.
He doesn’t, and I’m not sure if I’m disappointed that he hasn’t tried to push my boundaries here, or pleased that he’s in full-on professional mode.
And he is, too. Jackson is cool and confident with everyone he meets. He greets Aiden enthusiastically and once again thanks him for the opportunity to work on such a cutting-edge project. He compliments my skill as a project manager and elicits effusive praise from Aiden on my behalf, which is a perk of having Jackson at my side that I hadn’t anticipated.
“She fits right in with the team on twenty-seven. We’re hoping we can steal her permanently off Damien’s desk, aren’t we, Trent?” Aiden glances at Trent Leiter, who nods enthusiastically.
“Absolutely,” he says.
“And what’s your role?” Jackson asks Trent. “International development? You’re in charge of the Bahamas development, aren’t you?”
“Actually, I oversee Southern California. That project was something of a one-off for me. Right now my attention is primarily on a new office and retail complex we’re building in Century City.” Jackson looks between me and Trent. “So the chain I follow is Sylvia, you, Aiden, and then Mr. Stark?”
“Hopefully you won’t need to go over my head at all.” I laugh as I say it, hoping to lighten the moment. Jackson has no way of knowing it, but Trent was less than thrilled when Damien named me project manager for The Resort at Cortez, taking him out of the hierarchy entirely.
“And we’re very laid back when we need to be,” Aiden adds. “You can come to me anytime. Or Damien, for that matter.”
“What are you coming to me about?” Damien asks as he approaches us from behind. He holds out his hand to Jackson, who shakes it warmly, dispelling my fear that his disdain for Damien would somehow spill out onto the polished wood flooring.
“Just to tell you how much I’m going to enjoy this job.” Jackson flashes a quick smile in my direction, and I feel a rush of gratitude. I’m not sure if he picked up on Trent’s envy or disdain or whatever it is, but I’m grateful for the change in subject.
“I’m very happy to hear it,” Damien says. “We were all disappointed when you turned down the Bahamas resort. I didn’t ask you on Saturday, but I’m curious. What changed your mind?”
Jackson shifts just enough to look at me. “As I said, Ms. Brooks is very persuasive. And perhaps the stars are just better aligned this time around.”
Damien looks at him as if considering. “I hope you find that working with Stark International is a mutually beneficial arrangement. I don’t bring people into my organization lightly. Your talent says a lot. And Ms. Brooks’s enthusiasm weighed heavily, too.”
“In that case, it looks like I have Ms. Brooks to thank for a lot of things.” Jackson’s smile is just for me. “The Resort at Cortez is just one of many.”
When Nikki joins the group to ask who needs drink refills, I offer to take care of that so she can mingle. Mostly I just want to get away before my body heats to exploding from the undercurrent of Jackson’s words.
I’m in the kitchen opening a fresh bottle of scotch when Trent enters and adds some ice to his glass. “Good thing you got him in to replace Glau. That was fucked up the way he just blew off for India.”
“Tibet,” I say.
“Odd either way. I wonder what his real story is.”
“Glau? Honestly, I’m so annoyed with the man I don’t even care.”
“I’m curious,” Trent admits. “But I wasn’t talking about Glau. I mean Steele.”
“His real story?” I’ve lost the thread of the conversation.
