Kat Duncan here. After we learn to read, we read to learn. Stories can teach us about how to handle just about any situation in life. For example, ever have that nagging feeling that your co-workers are manipulating you?
In Fifty-eight Faces Caroline Simmons was at wits end. As if being tormented by Evan Quinn over losing her family’s blue diamond wasn’t enough, she had to put up with nosy, creepy Rolf Bauer:
“So, what’s this about? There’s a big announcement planned, eh?”
“You don’t know how big.”
“Finally. I’m just glad that a donor has come forward to rescue the hospital.”
“I don’t think the word donor is an entirely accurate description.”
Caroline squeezed her hands into fists. God how she hated his teasing. Ever since Rolf Bauer had joined the hospital two years ago, he’d dogged her. Flirting when he could, dangling information when he couldn’t. He’d asked her out on innumerable dates. He was handsome and athletic-looking. But starched clothes, spit-polished shoes, and a shaved head were not her style. She stopped at the ornate door and gave him a once over, lingering on his impish grin.
“You know something, don’t you? What happened? Did the board make a decision already?”
“I should hope the CFO should hear financial rumors before the Chief of Surgery does.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. Fess up.”
“Let’s just say we are about to scratch the first three letters from ‘Not For Profit’ in the description
of Wilton Children’s Hospital.”
She swallowed and tried to regulate her breathing. “What do you mean?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Ask the donor yourself.” He smirked as he pulled open the door, holding it for her to enter
ahead of him. “You won’t even need an introduction.”
The familiar mahogany table stretched before her. Around it sat the usual senior staff and board members. Except for one—who should have been at the head—her father. Instead, a new man stood in her father’s place. Blond head facing away from her, he aimed a laser pointer at a slide beamed onto the wall. He stopped mid-sentence and turned. A smile of victory grew across his face.
“Evan Quinn…” she mouthed in disbelief.
Caroline and Evan have their own way of dealing with Rolf. What’s your best way to deal with nosy co-workers?