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IF YOU WANTED THE MOON

IF YOU WANTED THE MOON
MALLORY MONROE
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ONE

Tori Douglas pushed through the revolving doors of Chandler Development, Inc. ready for whatever storms the day might bring. She’d spent her entire weekend doing absolutely nothing for a change,

beyond going to church and to various yard sales. But now, as she hurried her way up the silent stairwel to the fourth floor, to the logistics department, she was refreshed and ready to go. She expected to find al sorts of procurement requests and material transport authorizations awaiting her analysis, including many, she knew, she would have to dispute. What she didn’t expect to find, however, was Arthur Coughlin waiting for her, too.

“Arthur Coughlin?” she said as she stood in front of her secretary’s desk, trying pointlessly to make sense of this unexpected news. “Mr. Chandler’s assistant?”

“One in the same,” said Mildred, her secretary, without so much as looking away from the copy she was typing so feverishly on her computer.

“Wel, what does he want?”

“Your hand in marriage.”

“Come on, Mildred.”

“My hand in marriage.”

“Wil you stop!”

Mildred did stop typing and looked at her suddenly distressed boss. “Like that man is gonna tel me what he wants. Go and find out for yourself, Tori, goodness. You are a department head, after al. It shouldn’t be that unusual that Mr. Chandler’s assistant has come to see you. And for goodness sakes smooth down that wild hair of yours if you please!”

Tori sighed as she looked through the smal mirror Mildred so readily handed to her. She thought she was ready for anything after she’d spent such a restful weekend at home. Now she couldn’t even

get her hair together. It was thick and black and long, with a natural silkiness that often made it look bouncy and healthy, or, like now, just a tangled mess. She tried to shape it up or smooth it down, as Mildred had suggested, but it was just too wind-blown to make much difference. She therefore puled a thick rubber band out of her purse and threw it al together in a ponytail. Mildred looked at her and shook her head.

shook her head.

“You don’t deserve al that hair,” she said.

Tori, however, ignored her as she took a deep breathe, smoothed down the skirt hem of her business suit, and walked into her office confidently, as if having the boss’s assistant pay her a visit meant nothing at al.

Except that it did. Just the mention of Ethan Chandler’s name sent chils down her spine these days. Which was remarkable since she’d only laid eyes on the man twice in the five months she’d been

employed with his company, and both times were disastrous.

The first time was during her job interview when he dropped in briefly, and the second time was four days ago, when she nearly kiled him. A truth, she often recaled sadly, she didn’t even want to think about.

But ever since their first encounter he’d been on her mind. She even searched the internet for any mention of his name and then read every article where his name happened to appear. From
US News
and World Reports,
to
National Review
and
the Wall Street Journal
, she read and re-read every single article. She knew more about Ethan Chandler than she knew about any man she’d ever worked for.

Early on she told herself that it wasn’t an interest at al, that naturaly she was curious about the head of the company that had dared to hire her. Besides, she’d heard so many horror stories about Chandler, about his ruthlessness and heartlessness, that there was no way, no way at al, that she could ever be infatuated with a monster like that.

And now, just like that, his assistant was sitting in front of her desk. What was this about, she wondered. Was it because of that crazy encounter? Had Chandler finaly found the time in his busy schedule to do what he’d probably meant to do four days ago and sent his assistant over to fire her? She began to pray, to literaly ask the good Lord to spare her this one humiliation, as she hurried toward her desk.

“Arthur, good morning!” she said jovialy, extending her hand, her briefcase gripped tightly to her side. Arthur Coughlin, a tal, rail-thin man with weary green eyes and a likeable disposition, immediately rose to his feet and shook her hand.

“Helo, there,” he said, just as cheerfuly. “How are you, Tori?”

“I’m good. You?”

“I’m good, too. It’s al good.”

Tori smiled breezily and motioned for him to sit back down, as she took a seat behind her desk. Arthur wore his customary expensive suit that il-fitted his thin frame, looking his usual over-worked, bedraggled self. Word around the office, at least around the quarters Tori were privy to, was that old man Chandler worked poor Arthur so much that his own wife and children left him. Now he lived to folow Chandler’s orders, working eighteen hour days most days, while Chandler continued to push him harder and harder, never satisfied with anything Arthur did for him, constantly threatening to fire the man if he didn’t do more.

Tori used to feel sorry for good-natured Arthur, no-one, after al, deserved to be treated so harshly. But over time, and as she read more about Chandler, she lost al sympathy. Her father always told her that people wil treat you the way you alow them to treat you, and Chandler, Tori concluded, wasn’t doing anything more than what Arthur alowed.

“So what’s up?” she asked, too anxious to know the deal regarding her future status with Chandler Development, Inc., or CDI as it was often referred, to smal-talk with Arthur. But Arthur, who already knew the deal, wasn’t anxious at al.

“You’re looking very fit and fresh this beautiful Monday morning, Tori.”

“Why, thank-you, sir. Don’t look bad yourself.”

“Liar.”

“You look tired.”

“Always.”

“Need to take better care of yourself, Arthur.”

“I know. I know. Love that hair.”

Tori began smoothing it down. “I can’t imagine why. It’s a tangled mess.”

“It’s silky and beautiful,” he went on, ignoring her self-deprecation. “Soft too I’d bet. How in the world do you manage it?”

“I don’t. It manages me, to tel you the truth. But what’s going on, Arthur? What brings you to Logistics of al places? We are, after al, the department of
no
repute.”

Arthur chuckled. “That’s what every department head says. Their one little division is always the hardest working, the least regarded, and the most underpaid.”

“It’s true in our case. So what’s up?”

Arthur smiled. Tori was always a straight-shooter, always a bottom-line girl. That was what he liked about her. “Mr. Chandler is going to scout for land in Cedar Key.”

“Cedar what?”

“Cedar Key. It’s in the Florida Keys. You know, like Key West and Ernest Hemingway? Key Largo and Bogey and Bacal?”

“Yeah, sure,” Tori said, although she was only marginaly sure about his
Bogey and Bacall
reference. “And what does this visit to the Florida Keys has to do with me?”

Arthur hesitated. Then exhaled. “It’s my privilege to inform you that you’ve been selected to accompany Mr. Ethan Chandler to his next scouting mission. To Cedar Key.” Arthur said it quickly, as if he was hoping she’d misunderstand him.

But she hadn’t misunderstood a word. Ethan Chandler often took trips to scout for new land for development projects, and it was always a high honor to be chosen to accompany him. But she’d been

chosen? That sounded crazy to Tori, almost sinister. Usualy the employee of the year, or the most senior of staff was accorded that honor. Now she was being accorded it? She of only five months on the job? She knew she looked baffled. “Arthur, what are you talking about?”

“You, Victoria Douglas, has been selected to accompany our boss to the Florida Keys tomorrow.”

“Why would anybody have selected me to go anywhere with Mr. Chandler, let alone to something as major as a land scouting mission? That’s for the senior staff, not the company’s newest employee.

This doesn’t make sense, Arthur. I’m just a logistics analyst!”

“You’re head of the logistics department, Tori.”

“Okay, I’m the head of the smalest department in the smalest section of the entire company, a department with a tiny staff of very overworked analysts. So how does that answer my question? Why

was I selected?”
Don’t you know I nearly killed the man four days ago
! she wanted to scream.

“I wish I had answers for you, Tori,” Arthur said, his exhaustion beginning to show, “but I don’t. I just do what I’m told. And I was told to come down here and notify you of your selection.”

“You mean notify me of my punishment.”

Arthur looked genuinely hurt by her comment. “Punishment? He’s not that bad, Tori.”

“Yeah, right.”

But it was true. Ethan Chandler was nothing like the image his employees often painted of him. Arthur remembered the time when his mother was so gravely il that he thought she was going to die. He went to Chandler, hoping to get a day or two off to go and see about her, but Chandler told him to take as long as he needed, and to take it with pay, and that he should never place any job ahead of his family. It was a month before Arthur returned to work and Chandler would have given him more time if he would have needed it. Of course word around the office was that Chandler had fired Arthur but that Arthur, given his position as the big man’s assistant, knew where the bodies were buried - they loved to joke - so Chandler had no choice but to alow his return.

“This is a joke, isn’t it?” Tori asked him, when it appeared Arthur wasn’t going to say any more in defense of his boss. “Baxter put you up to this, didn’t he?”

“Baxter?”

“Herb Baxter in Accounting. Ever since his budget was cut last month he’s been teling my staff that he’s going to get back at me, as if I had something to do with it.”

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