With the left click of the mouse button on the "send" icon in her computer's email program, the last official piece of business was done for the day. Jacey Jenkins, the brains behind giving new life to her father's once failing corporation, was tired after a hard day's work. She started her computer into shut down mode, then turned it off. She bundled up the papers scattered around her desk into a couple of file folders and piled them up neatly in the corner of her desk; ready for Sally to file. With that she pushed the intercom button and summoned Sally, "Sally, I'm done for the day, I have some files I'll give you to on my way out.

"Yes, Miss Jenkins," replied Sally.

"Thank you," Jacey replied back. Sally was a lifesaver. Always willing to work and what was needed. A very efficient, loyal, and useful employee. She was definitely good for business. Good for business? There I go again thinking about nothing but business. I really need to get a life outside of this office building someday, thought Jacey. Sally was more than good for business. She was a great friend. Always willing and ready to dole out advice about anything at all whether or not Jacey asked or not.

Jacey chuckled slightly at herself for her ramblings on business, rolled her chair out from the desk, leaned back, crossed her arms behind her head, and propped her feet up on her desk. "Another week gone by and a new one to look forward to." Those words plus the feet propping were a ritual that she had learned from her father. She had watched him perform it every Friday as she sat in the corner of the office playing and coloring when she was young, homework when she was a little older, and when she was even older still she did small tasks here and there for him. It was a simple gesture, more of a comfort thing than anything else. It had worked for him for over 25 years, so why not try it out for another 25? Of course her father had floundered a bit at the end of his reign, but she was bound and determined to not make the same mistakes that he had. If he had only stayed away from those Jacks brothers…don't you dare go there, Jacey, she warned herself. Nothing comes from pondering over "if onlys."

Jacey swung her legs off the desk and onto the floor. She checked each drawer in her desk to make sure everything was in its proper place. She moved a few things around; somehow the paper clips ended up in the staple compartment and a few stray rubber bands had found themselves a home next to the envelope box. Her briefcase was checked twice to make sure she had the files she was going to work on this weekend at her father's vacation home. When everything in the office satisfied her to her standards she stood up from her chair with briefcase in one hand and her files to give to Sally in the other. It was then that her intercom button started to flash. I should just go out there and ask what Sally needs, she thought, but she pushed the button anyways. "Yes, Sally?"

"You have a visitor, Miss Jenkins."

"Sally, I'm done for the day and I'm late as it is to my father's. Could you please tell whoever it is to come back on Monday?"

"I'll try, Miss, but he's persistent."

Jacey glanced at her watch. She was supposed to meet her father in about an hour and it took her an hour and a half to get there. What would a few more minutes be? "Send him in."

"It's a Mr. Jasper Jacks, Miss," Sally replied hesitantly.

"Jacks? No, tell him I refuse to see him." Jacey said desperately, wondering why she hadn't left yet instead of dawdling around the office.

"Too late Miss Jenkins. I've come a long ways to see you and I'm not leaving until I do." Jacey looked up to see a tall blond with blue eyes striding through her office door, talking with a slight Australian accent. Those eyes. They were as blue as the ocean that she was supposed to be on her way to see this very instant. If she stared at them long enough she could imagine she was already there. And the way they were twinkling, she could almost forget…well the key word was almost. He was still the enemy, no matter how gorgeous he was.

Jacey pulled herself together after the shock of having her father's enemy and by inheritance, hers as well walk through her door without so much as a warning. She stuck out her hand and walked towards him. "Mr. Jacks. What brings you to the Emerald City?."

Jax took her hand and shook it. "Business, Miss Jenkins." Just what I was afraid of, Jacey thought. If only he didn't smile when he said that. It made his eyes twinkle even more, and God they were so blue. Jacey, you're pondering "if onlys" again, she warned herself. She chuckled in her head and argued with her conscience, "if onlys" can't be too bad all the time, can they?