Just when she thought he wouldn’t comment further on the
file, he added, “Then, book a second airline seat for
yourself on the flight to Grand Cayman.”
“But—”
Jess quickly interrupted any excuse she might have given.
“If anyone can help me pull this all together on such short
notice, Miss Martin, it’s you. Book the
flights, our hotel accommodations, and advise Mack MacKenzie
of our arrival date.”
“What about the office?” she asked. “Who’s going to run
things here?” As an excuse it wasn’t much, but all she had
at the moment.
“As I see it, if I’m not here, you don’t need to be here.
Paula can handle any emergencies and the receptionist can
take your messages.”
“When do you want to leave?” she asked.
“Day after tomorrow, preferably. Or, as soon as you can
rearrange my schedule.”
“Day after tomorrow is Saturday.”
“You’ve never minded working weekends before,” he pointed
out. “Plus, we can get a head start on the next week and be
home before you know it.”
Eleanor left her boss’ office in a daze. He’d been right
when he’d said she never minded working weekends; she’d just
not expected the weekend to be on Grand Cayman Island.
Mentally she began a list of everything she’d need to get
done, starting with flights, hotel and a rental car,
followed by what she’d need to pack. In the back of her
mind, something told her this was not going to work out
well. However, short of breaking a leg, she didn’t see a way
out of making the trip.