"Shanna Swendson - Enchanted, Inc" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swendson Shanna)

"You don't have an ID badge or a luggage tag on your briefcase with your business
card visible, do you?"

"No. I know better than that."

"Hmm. Weird."

The mood around the table was a lot gloomier than it had been before I confessed to
the weirdness, and I hated being the wet blanket, so I said, "Well, if you thought he
was hot, you should have seen the other guy who was on the subway this morning."
They pressed me for details, and soon we were back in the swing of an evening out
with friends.


***

I didn't sleep well that night, as visions of fairies, gargoyles, Mimi, and Rod danced
through my head. The sleepless night meant I was out of bed early enough to walk to
work, which I hoped diminished my chances of running into the same trio on the
subway. I knew that the odds of randomly seeing the same three people on any one
subway car were slim, but after yesterday, I wasn't taking any chances.

I sipped from a travel mug of coffee and ate a bagel as I walked and tried to think of
what I should do. There wasn't much I could do. It wasn't like I'd respond to that
shady job offer. I'd just keep deleting Rod's e-mails. If he continued to show up
around me, I supposed I could get a restraining order, but until he was stealing my
underwear and sending me threatening letters, I doubted the police would care all
that much.

Nope, all I could do was focus my attention on surviving Mimi. Today, I got to
work before she did, so I had a chance to catch my breath before I had to deal with
her. She must have had a busy night with Werner, as she hadn't left me her usual
half-dozen e-mails from home telling me things she needed me to do first thing in the
morning. As I'd expected, there was also another message from good old Rodney
Gwaltney. I couldn't resist opening it.
This one was addressed to "Katie" instead of "Kathleen." "It was a pleasure to see
you again last night and to meet all of your delightful friends," it said. "I know I must
have startled you, but please believe that I mean you no harm. Quite the contrary.
My offer is truly one you can't afford to pass up. You are more valuable than you
realize. Please contact me at your earliest convenience."

I was tempted to write back and tell him that if his offer was so good and so
aboveboard, he shouldn't have a problem telling me what it was. My mama didn't
raise any dummies, and even in a small town I'd know better than to contact a
strange man who was so vague about his intentions. With a great sense of
satisfaction, I hit the delete key.

Since Mimi still wasn't in, I took advantage of the opportunity to check my personal
e-mail. There was the message from Gemma about dinner. And there was yet