One Night with Her Brooding Boss. Cathy Williams

you have work to do?’

      Magenta’s head was reeling with all the things she had to do. Quinn had just brought the party forward with no warning at all. She could throw up her hands and admit defeat, or.

      ‘If you can’t handle it,’ he said, ‘just let me know.’

      ‘I can handle it,’ she assured him.

      ‘Do you have a theme?’

      Did she have a theme?

      ‘If it’s good enough, it might buy your team a second hearing.’

      In that case, she definitely had the theme. ‘I’ve got the theme.’

      Well, she would have in a minute.

      ‘I’m listening.’

      ‘The theme is.’ She had to come up with something mildly original or go to the bottom of the class, risking the girls’ opportunity to advance in the business in the process. ‘Back to the future,’ she said as inspiration struck. Okay, it was not so original, but Quinn wouldn’t know that. ‘It can be interpreted any way people like—but, as we’ve had the first man in space, and the race is on to land a man on the moon.’ Ideas were tumbling over each other in her brain.

      ‘Could be different,’ Quinn admitted.

      ‘Could be fun.’

      ‘Could be.’

      ‘I’m interested to see how you interpret it. And Magenta?’

      ‘So…?’

      She turned at the door.

      ‘I’m going to trial some of your ideas.’

      ‘You are?’ All her personal battles with Quinn were put on hold. She felt like hugging him. Fortunately, after what had happened, she had more sense.

      ‘Tell your team to get back to work on the ad campaign right away.’

      ‘They never stopped working on it,’ she said quietly.