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STALKED IN PARADISE
Chapter 1

A great wave of pleasure washed over Harriet Monroe as she first walked into her office. She set down her meager luggage and looked around the large, airy space. It was everything she had dreamed of and more. Much, much more.
To think she had beat out dozens of older applicants, many with stronger resumés than her own slim one, to land the position of Public Relations Director for the brand new Island Resort.

Harriet had never met Jan Rhymes in person–the woman who had designed the offices for the senior staff of Island Resort–but they had spoken several times over the comm link about Harriet’s needs. She couldn’t be happier with the result. She made a mental note to send a thank-you to Jan as soon as she got settled in.

Everything had been designed in keeping with the warm, tropical island theme, from the light-colored bamboo flooring to the full wall of large glass doors that opened onto a covered veranda. Lanai, Harriet corrected herself. In this part of the world a porch was called a lanai.

Harriet’s dress heels tapped softly on the floor as she crossed the room and opened the glass doors. A gentle, warm breeze entered her office, carrying with it the fresh salty scent of the sea mixed with the rich perfume of exotic flowers. She breathed it in, tingling with happiness.

A broad band of white sand separated the lanai from the turquoise blue water. Palm trees rustled in the breeze and small waves gently lapped at the beach.

Paradise. After years of struggle she had landed in paradise.

Everything about Island Resort was new and different to city girl Harriet. Foreign. She felt as if her life had been divided into two very separate and opposing parts: the dark age before Island Resort and today–her idea of heaven on earth.

She turned back to the office with a wide smile and set about exploring the generous space that had been allocated to her. Scatter rugs in swirls of softly hued turquoise and white anchored the seating area opposite the French doors. Soon Harriet would meet with the other department heads for planning sessions here in her very own office.

She sat in one of the large rattan arm chairs. The pale peach cushions were soft and comfortable.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips. She had been secretly afraid that corporate would override her ideas and insist on the hard, straight-backed chairs used around boardroom tables, chairs guaranteed to have attendees squirming in their seats after a short while.

Harriet had always felt that a comfortable setting made it easier to hash out problems. She slipped off her high heels and set her bare feet on the edge of the bamboo and glass oval coffee table. Jan had listened to her ideas here as well. The table had been built higher than the current vogue, so that the table top sat at the same height as the chair seats.
Anyone meeting with Harriet would not have to fold themselves in half to pour a cold drink or reach a snack like they did with the current low coffee table design trend, a trend that Harriet personally hated.

She jumped out of the chair and padded barefoot to her desk. Jan had chosen the desk without input from Harriet, saying that she wanted it to be a surprise.

Running one hand over the gleaming rosewood surface, Harriet wondered if she’d ever seen anything so beautiful. The desk was large, much larger than she had envisioned, but the single set of drawers on the left hand side and the elegantly simple, curved legs gave it a light, airy feel that a traditional desk would not have had.

Harriet amended her mental note to send Jan a small gift along with her thank you note. The designer had gauged Harriet’s personal style and tastes perfectly.

She pulled out the desk chair and adjusted the height and lumbar support. The chair had been upholstered in a muted blue-gray and green pattern of waves and dolphins, a whimsical touch. Harriet grinned. She was beginning to feel very warm and fuzzy toward the resort’s designer.

A loud knock sounded at the door. Before Harriet could call “come in” a head piled high with bright pink curls popped around the door’s edge.

“Ms. Monroe? I’ve brought you some lemonade.”
The young woman, dressed in cargo shorts and a bright peach polo shirt with the Island Resort logo stitched over one breast, carried in a tray with a frosted pitcher and a single tall glass.

Harriet blinked. The combo of bright pink hair with the peach shirt made the woman look like a piece of walking candy.

The woman frowned at Harriet’s desk, then carried the tray over to the coffee table and set it in the center before turning and smiling at Harriet.

“I’m Lana. I’m liaising between the kitchen and the offices until the resort gets up to full manpower, so when you want anything to eat or drink just punch five on your comm link, place your order, and I’ll deliver.”

Before Harriet could respond Lana crossed the room to a wall of bookshelves and opened a waist high panel.

“This is your chiller. We’ll keep it stocked with cold drinks for you once you tell me what you like. Over here is the coffee maker and this gadget makes tea. Just choose your flavor. Cups and mugs are here. Napkins, that sort of thing. No paper napkins here, laundry will supply you with fresh ones daily. Just leave your dirty ones on the tray in the hall and someone will gather it all at the end of the day. Or sooner if you want. Just tell us.”

Lana smiled brightly and kept moving as she talked, rapidly opening and closing various panels and explaining the appliances as she went. When she reached the end she turned and smiled again at Harriet.

“Can I do anything else for you?” she asked.
Amused, Harriet looked at the curvaceous woman with her wide smile and warm brown eyes. The bright pink curls were a little garish and unexpected and she wondered briefly if they complied with the resort’s employee regulations.

They must, or Lana wouldn’t be wearing them, she decided. Good to know that the resort owner allowed personal expression among the employees. She smiled back at Lana.

“Yes, there is one thing you can do. You can call me Harry. Ms. Monroe feels awfully formal, wouldn’t you agree?”

Lana’s smile widened even more. “Oh, good. You’re going to fit right in, Harry. We were all a little worried since we didn’t get a chance to meet you before you started.”

She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper and waggled her dark eyebrows at Harriet. “To tell you the truth, I came over to scout you out. I’ll report back that there’s nothing to worry about. Everyone will be relieved. So far the staff that Mr. Wade has hired is aces.”

“That’s good to know. I look forward to meeting everyone.” Harriet walked over to the coffee table and poured herself some lemonade. It tasted fresh and tart, with just the right amount of sweetener and felt cool and refreshing in her mouth.

“Yum. My compliments to whoever made the lemonade. It’s excellent. Do you know if anyone has been assigned to show me around the resort and introduce me to the rest of the staff? I came straight from the airlift to my office,” she confessed. “Mr. Wade sent me a map so I’d know where to find it but I only arrived an hour ago and haven’t had a chance to see the place.”

Lana looked surprised. “This is your first trip here?”
“Yes. I . . . had things to tie up in Portland and couldn’t get away.”

“Well, that explains why nobody had a chance to meet you. Most of us took up Mr. Wade’s offer to visit the resort before we signed on. How did you know you’d like it here if you didn’t check the place out?”

Harriet gave a grim smile. “Trust me, I knew I’d be very happy here. About that guide . . . ?”

Lana frowned a moment, then her face lit up. “I know. I’ll send Albion. He doesn’t have much to do until the guests start arriving. You just enjoy getting to know your office and he’ll be along shortly.”

Harriet found herself alone again a moment later. She opened her smaller bag and pulled an old cherrywood-framed hologram from it. She turned the box-like frame gently in her hands.

“Well, Mom, Dad, I’m here. Wish me luck.” She looked around the room, chose a spot on the shelves where she would be able to see her parents from her desk, and carefully placed it. Her beautiful mother, dressed in a long pale green robe, stood smiling, wrapped in the arms of a tall, handsome man with silver-blue eyes and a strong chin. Both looked happy and in love.

Harry stood back with a rueful sigh. Her parents had died in an accident when she was eight. Eighteen years had passed since then and she still mourned their passing. All she had of them was the holo.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and she shook off the sadness.

“Come in,” she called.

A dark-haired, dark-skinned, wiry man stood in the doorway. Harriet guessed him to be in his mid-fifties.

“I’m Albion. You Ms. Monroe?”

“Yes. But please call me Harry, Albion.”

Albion frowned at Harriet. “Not very pretty name for pretty lady.”

Harriet simply stared and said nothing. He shrugged.

“Right-o. Harry it is. No skin on me. Lana says you need grand tour. You ready?”

“I think it’s ‘no skin off me’,” Harriet said. Albion gave her a blank look.

“Never mind. I’m ready.” She bent to pick up her luggage.

“Get those later. Tour first.”

“Will the grand tour include my room?” Harriet asked.

Albion scowled at her. “Yes. If you want.”

“I want. In fact, you can show me to my room first and I’ll just drop my bags off at the same time.” Harriet smiled sweetly at Albion. To her relief he didn’t argue with her.

He also didn’t offer to help with her luggage. He took off down the corridor, leaving Harriet to grab her bags and close her office door. She took several steps before remembering she was still barefoot.

“Albion, wait,” she called. She dropped the bags and retrieved her heels, then picked the bags back up and hurried after Albion’s rapidly retreating figure.
“Welcome to Island Resort,” she said under her breath.

If Lana and Albion were any indication, Harriet had a feeling she was going to have some interesting co-workers.