Forty: Pierce

FORTY

PIERCE

“ S o, you’re fine with Page Six running a story about you falling for your nanny?” Brian placed a stack of files on my desk Monday morning.

“It’s just gossip, Brian.”

“But you’re in love with her?”

“That’s not the point.”

“At least I got you to finally admit it.” He laughed. “Months ago, you would’ve threatened to sue if they ran anything about your personal life.”

“People will find out eventually,” I said. “Besides, she won’t be my nanny forever.”

“Fair point. I’ll make sure legal gets an early copy before it goes to print, just in case,” he said. “Speaking of which, please tell me you’ve given Denise a raise for working two positions lately.”

“Yeah.” I paused. “She’s turning into the workaholic I used to be, so hopefully we’ll get a new person onboard to help this week.”

“Let’s hope so.” He sighed. “I’ll be back at lunch with the updated attendance numbers. Oh, and can you please respond to that hiring agency email, please? They’re convinced your million-dollar donation is fake.”

“Tell them that it isn’t.”

“I did, and so did Denise, but they refuse to cash it until they hear directly from you. Something about ‘due diligence’ and ‘personal integrity.’”

“Should I have wired it to their bank account?”

“They probably aren’t used to huge, random donations.” He walked to the door. “Check your email.”