Workplace relationships are very common. After all, where else do we spend upwards of eight plus hours a day?? But these relationships are fraught with danger, from sexual harassment to firings, it's a challenge to get a happily ever after when you have to face the same person each and every day.
Back in the 1960's many companies had rules on the books to stop workplace relationships. Two people who were dating or married couldn't work in the same company. Yet, affairs were known to happen. Executives fooling around with their secretaries.
But no matter what might happen, relationships do begin at work. Team teachers fall in love over their fondness for coffee and get engaged. Two people on the marketing team bond over tacos and move in together.
Ms. Rita Arens latest work features a work relationship which sends our heroine on a rollercoaster ride. You'll want to cheer for Meg and won't be able to put the book down. Grab a copy for yourself!
What happens when you're not ready for the power you desire?
Instead of heading to college, eighteen-year-old Meg lucks into a temporary position as personal secretary to Helen Cleaves, CEO of Aethon Power & Light. When Helen's charming son turns his romantic attention toward Meg, she finds herself pulled along on Parker’s rule-bending quest for power within Aethon -- and her own struggle to determine the woman she will become.
Revisit the Greek myth of the sun god, Helios, and his son Phaeton -- only this time Helios is Helen, the fiery-haired chief executive of Aethon Power & Light in Chicago and Phaeton is Parker, her hot-headed son and only heir.
THE BIRTHRIGHT OF PARKER CLEAVES offers for mythology what Marissa Meyer’s CINDER did for young adult fairy tales – a nostalgic plot, a powerful love interest and a fresh twist.
When I get to his office, Parker’s on the phone, his back to the door, staring out over the parking lot. I rap on the doorframe. He holds up a finger without turning to look at me.
I wanted that, the ability to hold the world at bay with the flick of a finger. To behave badly behind hundred dollar bills. To touch the sky. I roll my shoulders back, force myself to raise my chin and take a deep breath.
When Parker hangs up the phone and swings around, his face doesn’t change. “Hello, Meg,” he says, as though I weren’t just in his bed.
It hangs there in the air, the change between us. The sunlight through the window catches the fire in his hair. My skin still prickles when I look at him, but it’s not hard to ignore. This is it. I’m done. Parker’s a fool to have ignored all those warnings, and I’m a fool not to listen when he told me exactly who he is.
Just because I’m nineteen doesn’t mean I have to tolerate fools. Or become one.
“Parker, you can’t do this anymore.”
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