An Enchanted Spring: Mists of Fate - Book Two Read Free Page B

outside the office without documenting them first—and in such a large city, Emma was grateful for it.
    Josh continued to pore over the paper in front of him. “Oh. Here’s something. Looks like he plans to check out the auction that we’re handling.”
    Christie’s was having a special auction that the publicity firm had been hired to promote. A collection of pristine, rare, and expensive medieval artifacts had been placed for auction by an anonymous source, and it promised to be one of the most glamorous events of the year in New York City. Tickets just for the chance to view the artifacts were priced in the thousands. Emma was dying to see pictures, but all items and descriptions were under lock and key. No one was allowed a sneak peek until twenty-four hours prior to the event. And even then, you had to present a cashier’s check in excess of ten thousand dollars at the auction house for access to the artifacts.
    She wouldn’t be seeing those anytime soon.
    “Emma!”
    “Sorry,” she replied automatically, once again caught lost in her thoughts.
    Josh sighed. “You need to shake this funk. Maybe MacWilliam is the client to do that.”
    “Well,” Emma capitulated with a small smile, taking the folder labeled Aidan MacWilliam from his outstretched hand. “I don’t have any Irish clients.”
    “You do now.”
    • • •
    Emma straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair. Mr. MacWilliam was waiting for her in Mr. Price’s office.
    “Dibs,” Heinous Heidi murmured as Emma passed by her cube.
    Emma paused despite her better judgment. “Excuse me?”
    Heidi smirked. “After Mr. MacWilliam meets you and realizes his mistake, I call dibs on his account. Price already signed off.”
    Two interns popped their heads up from their cubes.
    “Holy hell, Emma. Did you see him? I know we get lookers in here all the time…but whoa. ”
    “He is so unbelievably hot!” the other chimed in breathlessly.
    “Down, girls,” Emma replied with a slight smile. Her expression became frosty as she turned back to Heidi. “Looks like you’ll have to fight for him.”
    Heidi gracefully crossed her endless legs and sat back slightly, giving Emma a perfect view straight into perfect cleavage. She gave Emma a Cheshire Cat smile and almost purred when she replied, “Oh, Emma. I don’t fight for men. They fight for me. I’m sure you can relate…oh. That’s right. You’ve never had anyone fight for you. In fact, if memory serves, you don’t have anyone anymore.” She snickered.
    Emma felt the blow exactly where Heidi wanted it to land, but she struggled not to let it show.
    Intern One’s eyes were enormous, and she slunk back down to her desk, but Intern Two seemed not to realize the viper’s den into which she was staring. Heidi glanced up at her and raised an imperial, elegantly threaded brow. “Get me a grande cafe mocha, no sugar, no whipped cream, extra dry, with half skim, half 2 percent milk. Extra hot. Now , Thing Two.”
    The girl scrambled off her chair amid loud crashes and a few gasps as she rushed to do Heidi’s bidding. Heidi gave a last look to Emma before turning around, effectively dismissing her.
    Emma bit her tongue, her ears steaming, and continued on. No matter how many times she told herself she was a better person than Heidi, it really didn’t matter. When you sleep with the boss, you get the best contracts. And Emma refused to sleep with her boss.
    At least she doesn’t have a corner office , Emma consoled herself. Heidi’s cube was just as small as her own.
    Gayle, Mr. Price’s sixty-something personal assistant, gave her a wink as Emma approached the office. “The heavens are smiling on you today,” she whispered as she pressed a button. Mr. Price’s door unlocked, and Gayle waved her in. “If you do nothing else today, enjoy that eye candy. We’re all jealous you get to spend time with him in close quarters!”
    Emma’s mouth dropped open. Where had all the professionalism of the