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Brock
Big Easy Bears I
by
Becca Fanning
Chapter 1
“Okay Gia, today is the day. You are going to have this talk with him and you are going to make him
understand. You are going to win this fight,” she said to the face in the mirror. It was a soft, delicate face,
so much like her mother’s, but her hair—that dark almost-black-brown—was her father’s, if he’d ever
worn it long. “You can do this.” She took a deep breath, smoothed her hair, twisted it back in a
professional updo one last time, and stepped out of the bathroom. Down the hall, she could see the clock
on the stove. She was running late for work. “Ah, shit.”
She grabbed her shoes, purse, and phone, and ran for the door.
Her condo was twenty minutes from work on a good day, twenty-five if all the lights were against her, and
if she was lucky she could make it in eighteen. She needed more than luck today, and what she got was a
nightmare.
A road construction project had started, not on her route but just down a side street, and that meant traffic
was being detoured onto her usual route, backing traffic up a full light. Another light was down—looked
like a traffic accident overnight—and she had to wait to be waved through by a cop. A jerk in a huge
black SUV cut her off and then proceeded to slam on his brakes and nearly reverse into her trying to get a
parking spot in the curb lane. She slammed on her brakes in turn, and the car behind her almost rear-ended
her.
When she leaned on her horn, he gave her the finger and took up most of her lane as he tried to wiggle his
giant vehicle into the moderate-sized spot. The lane beside her was packed, and everyone behind her was
moving into what few openings popped up, so she was stuck there until he finally gave up and sped off
again. Even with the AC running in the car, she felt hot and flustered by the time she arrived at the office.
She made it up to her office without further mishap, but her heart was pounding and she was already
tasting bitter defeat. Being late wasn’t the way to prove you were ready for bigger and better things. Not
that she could tell her boss she considered moving on to another company ‘bigger and better’ than
working for him.
She had her whole argument planned out. She just hoped he would still listen to her.
“You look rough,” said Carol. Carol’s desk was just across from hers and they often had lunch together.
Gia rolled her eyes and her shoulders. “The drive in was hell.”
“Well, he’s waiting for you. Good luck in there. I know how he can be.”
“Thanks. I really hope this goes well. I don’t want to just quit—it would devastate him.”
“He’s pretty strong on the whole company loyalty thing, yeah. But you’ve got this.” Carol offered her a
reassuring smile and then hurried off, her arms full of papers for copying or shredding or whatever.
Gia took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked up to the wooden door that separated the
CEO’s corner office from the rest of the ‘executive floor.’
“Come in,” said a smooth Cajun voice.
Gia went in smiling. “Good morning. I hope your drive was better than mine.”
“Given that you’re late, and that you are never late, I would say yes, undoubtedly. How was your
weekend?” Mr. Carosa said. He was seated behind a giant wooden desk. Behind him, New Orleans
shimmered in the early autumn heat.
“Lazy. I needed some time to recharge. And to think. I need to talk to you.”
“Of course, have a seat.” He gestured to the chair that faced the desk. “What’s troubling you?”
“You know I’m thankful for this job. You put a lot of trust in me, putting me in an administrative assistant’s
position straight out of school, giving me the chance to attend meetings with you, learn from you …”
“Gia, you’re my daughter, I would support you no matter what path you chose for your life. I was honored
you chose to follow me into business.”
“Right.” She took another deep breath and pushed on. “So, I need you to support me now. There’s only so
much I can learn staying in this one position in this one company. I need to leave the company for a while,
gain some experience working for someone who doesn’t have the same last name as I do. It wouldn’t be
permanent. Once I have enough experience, I could come back. I just don’t see how I can get enough
experience to someday be a partner in your business, and eventually CEO in your stead, if I stay here as
your personal assistant.”
“You’re right,” Giancarlo said, smiling at his daughter over steepled fingers.
“I don’t want you to be mad at me. I’m not abandoning the family enterprise. I’m …”
“You’re right,” he said again. “Sweetheart, I’ve been thinking the same thing. A friend of mine mentioned
that a temp position has opened up, and I thought of you right away. It is for an administrative assistant,
but,” he held up a hand to silence her protest, “it’s in politics, not business. If you want to learn something
of the cutthroat negotiations of the business world, learn it from politicians. No one knows double-speak,
carefully worded promises, and forced diplomacy like a politician.”
“And after that?” she said, wary.

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