The rancher's second-choice wife

Chapter 5


“Oh, um…” Poppy wished there was a method for her to rewind the time and do issues once more. Or if not that, then perhaps God may in some way wipe this girl’s reminiscence of the previous ten seconds?

“I am Heather, Mr. Rossfield’s secretary.”

Poppy began to apologize, however the different girl was already strolling away.

“Should you’d comply with me, please?”

Poppy began to stroll however ended up half-running to match the opposite girl’s brisk, long-legged tempo.

“Safety took a while to clear your credentials,” Heather knowledgeable her as they stepped inside one of many constructing’s high-speed elevators, “so I am afraid we’ll have to hurry.”

Poppy had no likelihood to reply, with the elevator doorways already opening, and Heather instantly striding out.

“You are youthful than what we’re used to, and we often do not permit on-the-spot replacements like this.”

“I am so sorry.”

“It is not your fault, so no have to apologize. Additionally, Mr. Rossfield is exceptionally busy right now, and that is the one cause we’re letting this slide.”

Poppy did her finest to give attention to Heather’s phrases, however her environment had been proving to be fairly a distraction. One aspect of the high-ceilinged corridors was totally fabricated from glass, and town views outdoors it had been magnificent.

“I belief you will let your superior know this will’t occur once more.”

Poppy practically ran into the opposite girl’s again when Heather all of the sudden stopped strolling.

“Are we clear on that?”

Heather opened the door on the finish of the hallway as she spoke, and Poppy, as a substitute of nodding as she deliberate, ended up gaping as a substitute.

Why on this planet had Heather taken her to a helipad?

“Simply in time,” the lady mentioned in a voice underscored by satisfaction.

Poppy adopted Heather out in a daze, and her coronary heart was virtually pounding in rhythm with the thudding beat of big rotor blades whirring furiously overhead.

“You’ve got thirty minutes to offer Mr. Rossfield a trim,” Heather yelled over the noise as a larger-than-life chopper started its descent.

What? Critically? The place? How?

“He’ll be flying to Austin from right here. You may be part of him aboard, in fact.”

After all? What did Heather imply by ‘in fact’? Or was that ‘in fact…I am joking?’

“That will provide you with roughly forty-five minutes to work with.”

Poppy pinched herself, and when this wasn’t sufficient to wake her up, she gave her cheek just a little…exhausting…slap.

However she nonetheless did not get up.

“Don’t be concerned, Ms. Cortez.”

Poppy glanced up in time to see the opposite girl’s lips curve with the smallest of smiles.

“I’ve an excellent feeling about you. I am certain you will deal with your self simply high-quality…however solely for so long as you retain one factor in thoughts.”

Poppy’s thoughts began engaged on overdrive. Was Heather going to offer her tips on not being airsick aboard a helicopter? She had solely flown as soon as in her life, however perhaps using financial system on a industrial aircraft was totally completely different. Or perhaps gravity may have an effect on her trimming expertise when airborne and—-

“Valerian Rossfield has a girlfriend. So please act accordingly.”

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