Logan's cold, dark eyes scanned her resume with no hint of the sad weariness that had drawn her on the magazine cover. He was probably a good poker player , she thought .
"Well, miss Newland —"
"Mrs.," she corrected, " but I'm divorced—"
"Now why does that not surprise me ?" He drummed his fingers on his desk .
The expression on his dark features told her that this was no time to go on about Brett's drug and job problems , or how she tried and tried to straighten him out while he spent all her salary. Actually , she was now a widow . Brett has OD'd more than a year ago, but she seldom told people that . She felt guilty for being alive and not saving him from himself .
"I suppose I was out of the line commenting on the ad," she began " but I can see why you objected to it —"
" can you, now? I'm not politically correct," John Logan snapped . "I objected to the scrawny girl in the ad because she was too skinny to appeal to me or any other man, for that matter, and men are the ones who buy expensive jewelry and trinkets for women."
"Oh." Angie sighed without meaning to; of course it was true m. She wondered who John Logan VI bought fine jewelry and furs for.
He glanced up at her loud sigh. " Angelica? Pretty fancy name."
My mother found the name in France or someplace ; my father was in the Air Force and was always being transferred around the world. He retired here at Tinker Air Force Base before he died."
"I dint ask you all that." His dark eyes bored into her.
"Do they call you Angel?" A hint of a mockery smile played across his hard mouth.
" Not hardly! Angie, most of the time,
He studied the papers before him. "Hmm. Twenty- four years old. You're and elementary-school teacher?"
" I would be if I could find a job ." She shifted in her seat at his eyes took in every details for her , " I haven't even managed to find a permanent position, so I've been substituting, but not enough to make a living."
" At least you're frank about it . Do you have any experience at all being a professional assistant?" He tossed the application on his desk.
"To be honest, none, but i need a job."
Now he really did stare at her. Your honesty is refreshing; hardly anyone ever tells me the truth. They tell me what they think I want to hear."
Angie took a deep breath. " Maybe its because you bully everyone so much, they're terrified of you."
His eyebrows went together in a black line across his rugged, dark face. "What did you say?"
" Never mind ." Angie stood up . " you don't need to bother with the formalities ; I've had enough interviews to know that this one's finished before it starts. Just write NFD across my papers like the others have done —"
" I will day when the interview is ended!" John Logan thundered . " sit down and hush!"
" I will not hush!" Angie was to annoyed and tired and throwing her worlds back over her shoulder. This is my thirteenth interview this week and this is only Thursday morning.
I'm very tired of filling out applications only to loose a job to some thin, ditsy blonde with long legs and big silicon boobs."
She struggled with the doorknob a moment, then realized he probably controlled it from his desk for security reasons.
" please open the damned door and I'll do us both a Favour and go interview that dentist out in Moore."
" I said the interview isn't over until I say it is, so come back here."
Angie turned to confront him, determined she wound not cry.
He would enjoy that triumph too much. Does everyone jump when you say 'frog'?"
" most of the time." He drummed his fingers on the desk and stared back at her, a slight smile playing around his hard mouth. " money does that for a person."
"I don't think she have enough money to hire me, Mer Logan." She stood by the door and flared back at him.
" you are a feisty thing, aren't you?"
Feisty? She hadn't heard that works since she'd sat through twenty reruns of Gone with the wind . " Mr Logan, I am going to report you to the management of jiffy girl."
He shrugged. " Be my quest. I think jiffy girl was swallowed up by Logan Enterprise in a stick acquisition last summer.
Now why don and we'll finish this interview."
He must be determined to humiliate her, but she would not let him no matter how much money the SOB had. Angie marches back over and took a chair across from him.
He had picked up her papers again and was reading them.
" oh, yes, here it is. 'Angelica Newland security update .'" He continued to study the application, but his hard, hostile face was so inscrutable, she couldn't read his expression. now he looked at her for a long moment. My inside information tells me you're divorced but also widowed, have no blood relatives and survived a bad car wreck several years ago that killed your mother and younger sister."
She nodded, not wanting to relieve those memories, they had told her she had momentarily, and only fasts paramedic had brought her back to life. " I don't see what has to do with the applying —"
In my position Mrs. Newland , I have to be cautious. I check out everyone whom I might hire clear back to grade school." He looked at the paper again . "Hmm. Graduate of Oklahoma state university, high grades, training in CPR and first aid?"
" I thought as a teacher l, I might need in a playground athletic field emergency."
" very commendable." However, his time made it sound
More sarcastic than anything " father a retired officer," John Logan read slid , but he's dead , too Angie nodded. " I told you I was an Airfircevbeat. But my folks were divorce when I was small ."
" why did you come back to Oklahoma?" His dark eyes bored into her.
Angie hesitated. He'd think her silly if she shared the idea that she'd felt drawn ...no , compelled by some inner force to return to the city. It want something she could explain .