Miss White And The Seventh Heir

He gave himself a mental shake. She was getting inside his head with her pretty smile and her good heart. But he couldn’t let himself get caught up in her plans as he had his own job to do.

“What do you think?” Her voice jarred him from his thoughts.

“It sounds like it will be a successful event.”

“It will. The tickets are all sold out.”

“I’m assuming you got a couple.” He wouldn’t mind helping such a good cause. He could accompany Sage—unless she already had a date. The thought didn’t sit well with him.

“I did.” She gave him a strange look. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head, hoping it would chase away the unwanted thoughts. “No. Will you, ah, need someone to accompany you?”

“The tickets aren’t for me. I’ve assigned a reporter and a photographer.”

For some reason that he didn’t want to examine too closely, her answer disappointed him. He would have liked getting to know Sage outside of the office. She was a complex person. She had a good heart, but she didn’t let people get too close. She was willing to help people, but she refused to be helped. The more he got to know her, the more he wanted to know about her.

Sage stared at the three layouts. “Does one speak to you more than the others?”

“The singing for angels one makes me want to know who is singing and are they really singing to angels.”

“My thought exactly.” She turned off the other layouts and focused on the one he’d suggested. “I think the headline should be larger.”

“Aren’t you going to run a photo to go with the headline?”

“No.”

“I think you should.”

“That’s what other publications would do.”

“They do it because it works.”

Her gaze narrowed in on him. “Are you saying you don’t trust my judgment?”

“I’m saying why take chances when a photo will draw the fans?”

She leaned a curvy hip against her desk. “And what about the readers that aren’t big fans of the celebrity? Will they be drawn in, too?”

He shrugged. He hadn’t considered that angle. “But what if no one picks up the magazine or opens the digital edition?”

“Nothing is guaranteed.”

“Then why take a risk?” He stopped himself, realizing that by playing devil’s advocate he was fighting for the magazine to succeed. What was it about being around Sage that mixed up his thoughts?

“Because it’s my call.” Her tone was firm.

He got the hint. She was the boss and he wasn’t. So his opinion didn’t count. This gave him pause.

He’d said similar words to his own employees. He hadn’t any idea of how those words felt when you were on the receiving end. Going forward, he’d have to listen more and let his employees know that he valued their opinion.

“You’ve heard things about me, haven’t you?” Her gaze met his straight-on. Not giving him a chance to answer, she continued. “I know people talk, but if you think I’m going to let this magazine fold, you’ve been talking to the wrong people. I know what I’m doing.”

Suddenly he realized her response had less to do with him and more to do with her proving herself. The look in her eyes said the opposite of her words. In her blue eyes, he saw worry and doubt.

* * *

What was it about him that got to her?

Sage sat at her desk that evening. It was well past quitting time, but she had emails she’d pushed off all day that needed responses.

Besides, even if she went home, she wouldn’t be able to rest. Her mind kept replaying her disagreement with Trey. For some reason, he got under her skin. And that wasn’t good. She couldn’t afford to be distracted.

He was still in his ninety-day trial period. Letting him go at this stage would be quick and painless.

Tap. Tap.

Sage glanced up to find Louise standing in the open doorway. “I thought I’d find you here.”

“Am I that predictable?”

Louise nodded. “You need a life beyond these office walls.”

She would, just as soon as she reclaimed the legacy that Elsa stole from her. Until then, she had to keep working at QTR and earn her bonus in order to pay the private investigator. Someday this all would end.

“You looked like you had something serious on your mind when I walked in.” Louise took a seat. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“It’s Trey. I’m not sure he’s going to work out.”

“Really?” There was genuine surprise in Louise’s voice. “I thought he was easy on the eyes.”

He was. That was one of the problems. And when his hand had lingered on hers, her stomach had dipped like she was riding a roller coaster.

“He, um...doesn’t do things the way I expect them to be done.”

“But he does them?”

Sage grudgingly nodded. “And he has this habit of disagreeing with me.”

“So you want someone who agrees with everything you say?”

“No, but he’s...”

“He’s what?”

Distracting her—making her think of her sorely lacking social life. “He’s still on probation and I just want to make sure he’s the right fit.”

“As shorthanded as you are, can you afford to be picky?”