Prodigal Son by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online Page B

control. Maybe this was just another way of holding on tight. The numbers weren’t what he wanted them to be, so he modified them. No wonder he wasn’t big on change—it would have made it tougher for him to hide the truth.”
    “But he did,” she said.
    “In spades. I wonder if David knows about this?”
    “Are you going to ask him?”
    “I’m going to ask everyone,” Jack said. “The only way to ward off a crisis is to have a plan in place to solve the problem and to find anyone who may have helped him.”
    “You don’t think he acted alone?”
    “Unlikely. But I know it was his idea.”
    “You might want to talk to Helen,” Samantha said before she could stop herself. “She may know something.”
    Jack glanced at her. “You think she was involved?”
    “What? No! Helen wouldn’t do anything like this. But she might be able to tell you if George was acting stressed or if he suddenly seemed to change. She might have some suggestions.”
    His mouth twisted. “I don’t need shopping advice.”
    Samantha stiffened at the insult to her friend. “Is that what you think of her? That she’s a useless bimbo who only cares about clothes and jewelry?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t really know the woman.”
    “And why is that? She’s been a part of this family for a while now. Why weren’t you interested in even trying to get to know her?”
    “I’m familiar with the type.”
    “Helen isn’t a type. She’s a person and she’s not the person you imagine her to be. How interesting. You think your father got himself and the company in this position because he held on too tight to outdated ideas. It seems to me that you’re a lot like that, too.”
    * * *
    Samantha took notes as one of her team members wrapped up his presentation. “Great job, Phil,” she said. “I really like how you’re using colors to coordinate your section. It will make navigating the site really fun.”
    “Younger kids respond to colors. They’re easier for them than instructions,” he said with a grin. “I was thinking we could use the same format for the sections for older kids, but with the colors getting darker. Light blue flowing into dark blue into navy. So clicking on anything blue will automatically pop up math-related questions.”
    “Good idea,” she told him, then looked at Arnie. “So, does that make your job harder or easier?”
    Arnie rubbed his hand on his khakis. “Once we get it programmed, it’s not a problem.”
    “Good.” She found it helpful always to include the IT guys in on the planning stages of any Internet project. Better to get their cooperation and input while the work was still easily modified.
    “It could be a series of questions,” Arnie said. “Higher engagement. And then based on how they answer, they can go to another place on the site. Like if they get the answer right, they get a mini game. You know, for motivation.”
    Samantha glanced at her team, who all seemed pleased with the idea.
    “Good thinking,” she said. “You have a big thumbs-up on that one, Arnie. Thanks.”
    He shrugged and blushed. His gaze never left her face.
    Samantha recognized the signs of a crush and wasn’t exactly sure what to do about it. Not only wasn’t she looking for love right now, Arnie wasn’t her type. He was a nice enough guy, but nothing about him caused her to tingle.
    Just then the conference-room door opened and Jack stepped inside. He didn’t say anything and quietly took a seat in the back.
    Instantly her body went on alert, just in case her brain hadn’t noticed his arrival. She hated that even though she was still angry with him, she reacted physically. She found herself wanting to sit up straighter and push out her chest. Of course the complete lack of significant breast-type curves made that gesture futile, but still, the urge to flaunt was there.
    Go figure, she thought. Arnie was available and pleasant and smart and probably completely uncomplicated. Nothing about him pushed