. He gives me a half-smile. "She will give us a brief introduction to her business, then we will discuss how she c

nd ripped jeans, and he winks at me as he leans back in his chai

ia, Systems Mana

Del

n't think I bear any of the characteristics of someone who works in technology, let alone my ability to understand business issues. complex security. The way her mouth twists makes me think she's decided to put me in the box of trivial idiots

who runs our le

lly. She smiles back at me, with that discreet look that

e non-disclosure agree

obody wants the media to hear about it. Silence settles in the room as I scan the document for any unus

to get my plummeting confidence back

the door and silence fall

day." This is followed by a loud "Damn!", and the door swings heavily on its hinges,

he table, running a hand through his hair

straight line of his lips. I'm hanging on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the earth to collapse beneath my hands, breath cem

tarts to be replaced with somethi

breathtakingly lopsided smile, and he extends

t up from my seat to reach across the table. His eyes dance over me, and the way t

ips curl slightly as he turns his attention to the room. "Where are you?" And

en we were going to talk about the issue at hand," Bob said s

stand what a fucking genius she is: we've all seen her resume and know what she's

here I managed to get into college by the skin of my teeth? And Caltech . Phew. Six months ago, they called on us

t. As if things couldn't happen fast enough for him. I snort internally. I don't

ant to start telling Jo a little history about our syst

a diagram of their system. The network begins to take shape as I make connections, highlighting in red and green where I think it's ok

they got into th

his data now. It could be particular hardware, software, or someth

y wrist. I look sideways at the strong muscles running down to the long, expressive fingers, the curl of dark hair on his arms. I try to look at him and heat begins to rise in my chest. He looks at the pad, his face serious as his eyes scan the paper. Then his unsmiling gaze lands on mine and I'm treated to his warm brown e

id suddenly, a long finger stretching out to tap the si

r and some colored pens? And mess around in the elevator? Really ? What am I thinking ? Janus Phillips is... is... like THE person in tech right now. Janus Industries could s

say, but I can't get the

s really interested. I groaned internally. This is professional attire. Presumably Bob told him about me before the meeting and he just wants to understand how I work. A small frown appears between his

ble for the one who does it." I turn my head tow