“I don’t mind. 2001, including the one we recently opened in Crete.”
Zoe had tried to imagine the kind of money it took to run both centers. Now that she knew what kind of wealth was behind the foundation, she was blown away by the generosity of these men. “You really are perfect,” she whispered.
“You have a lot to learn,” he quipped, making her smile.
By now the limousine had turned down an alley and stopped at the side of a big complex. He got out with her bag and came around to help her. He had a remote on his key chain that opened the door to an elevator. They rode it to the top. When the door opened, she entered a glassed-in penthouse where she welcomed the air conditioning.
“If you’ll come with me, I’ll show you to the guest bedroom.” She followed him through a hallway to a room with a fabulous view of Athens.
“What an incredible vista! Am I the luckiest woman in the world to sleep here tonight or what? You’re far too good to me.”
“We do this for business people who come to be interviewed for store manager positions.”
“But I’m not exactly the kind of business person that generates a profit for you. I promise I’ll do my best to help the patients at the hospital.”
“I have no doubt of it.” He put her overnight bag on the floor. “The en-suite bathroom is through that door. This area of the penthouse is all yours until we leave for Paxos. Now I’m sure you want to freshen up and relax, but first let me show you the kitchen.”
She walked down the hallway to the other part of the penthouse with him. “There’s food and drink waiting for you if you’re hungry. Please help yourself to anything you want while I go down to the office and check in. If you need me, just phone me, but I won’t be long. After lunch we can go shopping if you’re up to it.”
“Thank you, Kyrie Giannopoulos.” He was beyond kind and so many other things she’d lost count.
“Call me Vasso.”
She smiled. “I’m Zoe.”
He’d removed his sunglasses. “Zoe Zachos. Has anyone ever called you ZZ?”
Another laugh broke from her. He had a bit of an imp in him. “No. You’re the first.”
She felt the warmth from his black eyes long after he’d left the penthouse. Before doing anything else she walked over to the windows in the living room. The site of the Acropolis seemed as surreal as the whole experience of meeting Vasso Giannopoulos for the first time.
He had to be a very busy man, yet he’d taken time out to interview her himself. His insight about the emotions she would experience by moving to Greece revealed he was a man of empathy and compassion. Because of his goodness, her life was already being transformed.
“KYRIE GIANNOPOULOS?” VASSO’S secretary spoke to him as he was passing through to his office. “Your brother said he’d be in after lunch. You’ve had two calls this morning from Maris Paulos who said it was urgent you get back to her.”
In order to maintain his privacy, he gave out his cell phone number only to a few people. It forced Maris to reach him through his secretary. Until she’d mentioned Maris’s name, Vasso hadn’t thought about her.
“I’ll call her now. Just so you know I’ll be out of the office tomorrow. Akis will handle anything that comes up. If there’s an emergency, he’ll call me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Vasso went into his private office and rang Maris. After apologizing for not phoning her before his quick trip to New York, he asked if they could meet later that night. He’d stop by her condo. She sounded happy. That worried him because he didn’t plan on seeing her after tonight. But Maris deserved the truth. She wanted more out of their relationship, but he didn’t have it inside to give.
With that taken care of, he sequestered himself in his office for a couple of hours to do paperwork. Then he phoned Zoe.
“I’m glad you called. I’ve eaten lunch and was just leaving to go shopping.”
“Then I’ll take you.”
“Oh no. You’ve done enough for me.”
She was so different from other women he’d known whose interest in money seemed to be at the forefront. Both he and Akis felt the women they met were always assessing the worth of the Giannopoulos brothers, a real turnoff. But the Zoe he’d met so far seemed the exact opposite of a woman with that kind of hidden agenda.
“But you don’t know where to go to shop.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve lived in a big city all my life.”
Vasso chuckled at her show of independence. “I realize that. But it would please me to accompany you this once. I’m coming upstairs now.”
He was aware how grateful she was for everything. Pleased that she wasn’t too tired, he arranged for his driver to meet them in the alley and drive them to the Attica department store near Syntagma Square.
She must have showered because she smelled sweet like a fragrant rose, dressed in a different skirt and blouse, when he helped her out of the limo. “You’ll find everything you want here at a good price,” he explained. “Shall we start in the luggage department? You’ll need a large suitcase.”
Her sculpted mouth curved into a smile. “You’re reading my mind.”
He liked the three-piece set of luggage she picked with a gold fleur-de-lis design on a dark red background. Vasso asked the clerk to find an employee to take their purchases out to the limousine waiting in front of the store.
Women’s clothing was on the next floor. Zoe stopped him before they approached the counter. “Tell me something honestly. I saw Ms. Kallistos coming and going for a whole year. She only wore dresses or skirts and blouses. Would you suggest the same thing for me?”
“For work, yes. But you’ll want other kinds of clothes, too. The island has a lot to offer when you’re off of work. Among other things like jeans and shorts, you’re going to need some good walking shoes and a bathing suit. Maybe a sweater or jacket when the nights cool down. Paxos is a different world from New York.”
“I realize that. After living in the asphalt jungle, I’m relishing the quiet of a sun-filled island with no skyscrapers.”
“You’re going to undergo a big change. Tell me something. Do you have a laptop?”
“I had one for college, but it got destroyed in the fire.”
“I was afraid that might be the case.”
“Stop, Vasso. I know what you’re going to say. I have enough money to buy another one.”
“I believe you, but the foundation supplies all the equipment, so I have an idea. While you shop for clothes, I’ll go to the electronics department and get you a computer. You’ll need it when you’re not at the center. It shouldn’t take me long then I’ll come back here for you.”
“That sounds good. When we’re through shopping, I’d like to take you to an early dinner. It will be on me. I’m afraid I won’t have much money left to spend, so I’ll let you pick a place my pathetic bank account can afford.”
Those shimmering green eyes had him mesmerized. “I know just a spot in the Plaka. You’ll love it.”
“The old part of Athens,” she mused. “To think I have Greek blood running through my veins, yet I’ve never been