He sat at his desk, but instead of turning on his computer, he leaned back in his chair and remembered the first time Penny had told him she was pregnant. Neither of them had planned for it. Sometimes birth control failed.
He"d been stunned-first by complete happiness and then by guilt. Because he would get to keep this child. He would experience everything he"d missed with Lindsey. What if he loved his child with Penny more than Lindsey?
He hadn"t known where to get answers to his questions, or who to trust with his confusion. So he hadn"t said anything. Eventually Penny had noticed that as time went on, he seemed less and less thrilled. She couldn"t understand why he"d held back. But then she"d never held back in her life.
"Knock, knock."
Cal turned and saw Gloria standing in the doorway to his office. He held in a groan. Yeah, right, because he needed more stress in his day.
"You"re not supposed to be here," he told his grandmother.
Gloria swept into the small s.p.a.ce and claimed the only other chair. "I don"t know why you think I spend my life micromanaging. Nothing could be further from the truth. I"m just here because I want to see my grandson. Is there anything wrong with that?"
There wouldn"t be, if he believed her. But he didn"t. Gloria always had a purpose and a motive.
"Fine," he said. "If this is strictly a social visit, then you won"t have anything to say about the restaurant."
She pressed her lips together. "I did notice a few things."
He stared at her. She exhaled slowly.
"I won"t mention them. Although why you don"t want constructive criticism is beyond me. I would think you would want the restaurant to be the best it can be."
"Nice try, but I"m not biting."
"Oh, all right." She shrugged out of her coat. "I just wanted to let you know that Daniel quit."
He stared at her. "Who"s Daniel?"
"Daniel Langstrom. The president of the company. Honestly, Callister, can"t you even pretend interest? He wouldn"t say why he left. It"s very inconvenient. He"s the third one to leave in fifteen months. The executive searches are very expensive. Not to mention time-consuming. One would think the search firms could bring better candidates."
"The search firms aren"t the problem, Gloria," Cal said. "You are. You"re h.e.l.l to work for."
Gloria stiffened. "I beg your pardon. You can"t talk to me like that. It"s rude and vulgar."
"Maybe, but it"s true. You add new intensity to the term micromanage. You"ve never met an order you didn"t want to tweak or change or countermand. You get in the way, you change your mind fifteen times a day and you make everyone around you wish they were dead."
She paled. "That"s not true."
"Haven"t you noticed how difficult it is for you to keep an executive a.s.sistant, let alone a company president? You drove me away years ago. Reid and Walker never even bothered to try. You need to back off or there won"t be anyone left at the company."
"That"s ridiculous. You"re exaggerating. Regardless, I want you to take over the job as president."
He would rather be shark bait. "No, thanks. I have a job."
"At that coffeehouse." She made it sound as if he sold acid milkshakes to children.
"You got it. I like it there, Gloria. I"m proud of what I do." He stopped, reminding himself he was never going to convince her.
"This is your heritage," she said. "You"re a Buchanan."
"Not interested. No one is, except Dani. G.o.d knows why you haven"t been able to scare her off, but she"s still hanging on. Give her a shot."
Gloria sniffed. "That"s impossible. She"s not one of us. Not a Buchanan. She is her mother"s daughter and I will never forgive her for that."
"My mother had an affair nearly thirty years ago. You need to let it go."
"Never." Gloria"s eyes blazed with anger. "She betrayed my son. Don"t you care that she made a fool of your father?"
He wasn"t happy about it, but he found it hard to get worked up about it after all this time. "Move on," he said. "Mom and Dad are dead."
"But the proof of your mother"s affair lives on."
"You might want to enter this century," he said. "Dani is your granddaughter."
"Never. She"s nothing. I allow her to believe she"s a Buchanan as a kindness."
"Is that what you call it?"
When he"d graduated from college, Gloria had told him the truth-a twisted sort of present. She"d used the information to blackmail him into going into the family business.
He hadn"t wanted to be part of the empire, but she"d threatened to tell Dani she wasn"t really one of them. He"d taken that first job at Burger Heaven to make sure his sister didn"t know the truth.
Gloria glared at him. "I have been a part of this family since I was eighteen years old. I have sweated blood so that you could have this legacy. I"m the reason this family has wealth."
"We would have been a whole lot better off if you"d simply let it go."
She stood. "You may not care about family, but I do. Your mother destroyed my son with her lies and her deceit."
"None of which is Dani"s fault. She"s the only one who gives a d.a.m.n about the company. She"s paid her dues. She"s good at her job. So cut her a break. Move her up the food chain. Let her prove herself at Buchanan"s, or here."
"Never."
Cal felt like punching something, but he"d put his fist through a wall once and it hadn"t been a smart idea. "I should tell her myself," he said, more to himself than Gloria.
"But you won"t." His grandmother resumed her seat. "You would never hurt your sister like that."
She was right. He wouldn"t knowingly hurt Dani. Although he was starting to wonder if not telling her was causing a different kind of pain.
"On a different subject, did you know your executive chef is pregnant?"
He swore. How had she found that out? Less surprising was her need to make trouble.
"Of course," he said, not mentioning he"d only been told that day.
"Oh." Gloria sounded disappointed. "Do you know who the father is?"
"Why does that matter?"