Page 52 of Champagne Nights

“Yes, sir.” She gulped as she took a seat across from my desk.

“I want the last six months of financial reports on my desk in an hour. Also, I want you to get the product development team up here for a meeting at noon.”

“Yes, Mr. Klein. Anything else?”

“Go to the bakery down the street and get me one of their lemon poppy seed muffins.”

“I’m on it, sir. There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

“Are you quitting?” I arched my brow.

“No. I’m pregnant. I just thought you should know.”

“Pregnant? Are you serious? Is that going to prevent you from doing your job here at Klein Technology?”

“No. It won’t affect it at all.”

“I hope not. Because if it does, I’ll have to fire you and find someone who I can trust won’t be getting pregnant any time soon.”

“I understand. You don’t have to worry.”

“Good. Now get out of here and get my muffin and reports.”

She nodded her head as she got up from her chair and timidly walked out of my office. Fuck. Why the hell did she have to goand get pregnant? It was in my best interest to start looking for another assistant ASAP.

Pulling out my phone, I brought up Dr. Perry’s number. Maybe it was time I gave her a call to try and get to the bottom of these damn nightmares. I hated the thought of sitting in her office again like I did all those years ago.

“Dr. Perry’s office. How can I help you?”

“It’s Ethan Klein, and I need to see Dr. Perry.”

“When were you looking to meet with her?” she asked.

“Today, if possible.”

“She’s completely booked for the rest of the week, but I can squeeze you in next week.”

“Next week isn’t good. I need to see her as soon as possible.”

“I can put you on the cancellation list and give you a call if someone cancels.”

I let out a long, hard sigh.

“Fine.”

I ended the call and leaned back in my chair. As I was pondering the idea of taking a vacation, Holly walked in with my muffin.

“Here you go, sir. I’ll go pull up those reports now, and I’ve already scheduled your meeting with the product development team.”

“Good. You may leave.”

My phone rang as I was eating my muffin and drinking my coffee.

“Ethan Klein.”

“Mr. Klein, it’s Amanda from Dr. Perry’s office. We just had a cancellation for three o’clock. Shall I put you in?”

“Yes. Three o’clock will be fine.”

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