Kennedy said. Reece pushed away from his desk and stood. He’d been stuck on the same proposal for over an hour. That never happened. In a recent business magazine profile, he’d been labeled as a master strategist. That was an exaggeration, but he did have a talent for looking at businesses as a whole, from financials to marketing plans, and knowing what steps they should take next, from pursuing an acquisition, to proposing a merger, to selling, liquidating, or even going public. The fact that he’d closed his office door and set his desk phone to ‘do not disturb’ and that he’d been staring at the same fucking file for twenty minutes told him his mind was elsewhere. “Did you hear me?” Kennedy asked. “She’s not my Sarah.” “Then why am I giving her free business advice?” He should have had his cell phone on silent, too. When he’d seen Kennedy Aldrich’s name on caller identification, he’d been grateful for the interruption. Until he’d realized that Aldrich wanted to talk about the source of Reece’s distraction.
