He was bored. Thoroughly and utterly bored, from the tip of his big toe to the hair on his head that his father said was too long for a man in his position. It was exactly why he kept it that way. Just a shame his defiance didn’t extend to other areas of his life. He might be sitting at this desk with hair badly in need of a cut, but he was still sitting here, in the Crumbs head office. The name on his door still said Douglas Faulkner, Managing Director. And his in-box was still full of emails that supposedly needed his attention, though he was damned if he knew enough, or cared enough, to answer them.
Crumbs – his father’s company – made biscuits, for crying out loud. How on earth was he supposed to get excited about that? Hell, he didn’t even like the damn things. If he fancied something sweet, he wanted it to be substantial. A chunk of cake. A large serving of apple crumble. Not a hard lump of baked flour and sugar he could consume in one mouthful.
His father didn’t care whether his only son enjoyed his job or not, though. Didn’t really care how good a job he was doing either, because let’s face it, Charles Faulkner still made all the big decisions. His father only cared that his son sat at his desk. And that he wasn’t an embarrassment to the Faulkner name.
As Doug felt the familiar anger begin to flare, he took a deep breath and glanced at his watch. Another hour before he could escape.
The knock on his door was a welcome diversion. Joanne, his PA, bustled in carrying a silver tray. It amused him that she always brought him coffee in a fine china cup and saucer. And always included a bowl of sugar lumps, even though he never took sugar.
Today she didn’t smile at him, though. Today she didn’t even look him in the eye after she’d carefully positioned the cup and saucer on the coaster on his desk. ‘Could I trouble you a moment please, Mr Faulkner?’
‘It’s Doug.’ For two years he’d tried, and failed, to get her to call him by his first name. ‘And you can trouble me all you like.’ Anything to put off sifting through his emails.
She took a white envelope out of her pocket and handed it to him. Finally her eyes met his. ‘It’s my official notice. My husband has come into some money and we decided to move to Australia to be with our daughter.’ She shifted on her feet, looking slightly embarrassed. ‘We leave tomorrow.’
Doug slumped back in his chair. Bloody perfect. Now he had to add find a new PA to the growing list of tasks he needed to do, but couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for.
Interesting scenario, Kathryn!
To find out what happens next you’ll have to read Oh Crumbs – more about the story and how to order below.
About Oh Crumbs
Sometimes life just takes the biscuit …
Abby Spencer knows she can come across as an airhead – she talks too much and is a bit of a klutz – but there’s more to her than that. Though she sacrificed her career to help raise her sisters, a job interview at biscuit company Crumbs could finally be her chance to shine. That’s until she hurries in late wearing a shirt covered in rusk crumbs, courtesy of her baby nephew, and trips over her handbag.
Managing director Douglas Faulkner isn’t sure what to make of Abby Spencer with her Bambi eyes, tousled hair and ability to say more in the half-hour interview than he manages in a day. All he knows is she’s a breath of fresh air and could bring a new lease of life to the stale corporate world of Crumbs. To his life too, if he’d let her.
But Doug’s harbouring a secret. He’s not the man she thinks he is.
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About the author, Kathryn Freeman
A former pharmacist, I’m now a medical writer who also writes romance. Some days a racing heart is a medical condition, others it’s the reaction to a hunky hero.
With two teenage boys and a husband who asks every Valentine’s Day whether he has to buy a card (yes, he does), any romance is all in my head. Then again, his unstinting support of my career change proves love isn’t always about hearts and flowers – and heroes come in many disguises.
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Thank you for that insight into your hero, Douglas Faulkner, Kathryn. I can’t wait to read the book to find out what happens next.