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  “Obviously this is important to you.”

  “Very.” Vasso blinked in surprise at the priest’s sobriety. “Perhaps she could be interviewed by you?”

  He sat forward. “That isn’t our normal procedure.”

  “Ah...” The disappointment in the priest’s voice wasn’t lost on Vasso, who’d been taught by his deceased father to revere a priest.

  His black brows furrowed. “May I ask why you have such strong reasons for making this call?”

  “It’s a matter of some urgency.”

  The hairs lifted on the back of Vasso’s neck. After the priest put it that way, Vasso didn’t feel he could refuse him. “Tell me about her background.”

  “I think it would be better for you to discover that information yourself.”

  At this point Vasso was more than a little intrigued. In all honesty he found himself curious about the unusual request. “How soon could she be at Ms. Kallistos’s office?”

  “Within two hours.”

  “Then I’ll be expecting her.”

  “Bless you, my son.” The priest clicked off while a perplexed Vasso still held the phone in his hand. For the next hour and a half he pored over the books. When Alexandra returned, he told her everything looked in order and listened to some of her suggestions to do with the running of the hospital.

  During their conversation, a polite knock sounded on the closed door. He turned to Alexandra. “That would be Zoe Zachos. If you’ll give us a half hour please.”

  After a discernible hesitation she said, “Of course.” She showed remarkable poise by not questioning him about it. He watched her get up and open the door. “Come in, Zoe,” she said to the blonde woman before she left them alone.

  Zoe? That meant Alexandra knew her.

  Vasso didn’t know exactly what to expect other than he’d been told she was twenty-four years old. He got to his feet as the young woman came into the office.

  “Kyrie Giannopoulos?” she said, sounding the slightest bit breathless. “I’m Zoe Zachos. I can’t believe it, but somehow Father Debakis made this meeting possible.” In an instant a smile broke out on her lovely face. “You have no idea how grateful I am to meet you at last.”

  Tears had caused her translucent green eyes to shimmer.

  When she extended her hand to shake his across the desk, he saw a look of such genuine gratitude reflected in those depths, it reached places inside him he didn’t know were there.

  “Please, Thespinis Zachos. Sit down.”

  Her lissome figure subsided in one of the chairs opposite the desk. She was wearing a print blouse and khaki skirt, drawing his attention to her shapely body and legs below the hem. She had to be five-six or five-seven.

  “I’m sure he told you that I’d like to work for your foundation.”

  He felt an earnestness—a sweetness—coming from her that caught him off guard. “He made that clear.”

  She clasped her hands. “When he spoke on my behalf with Ms. Kallistos, she said I didn’t have the kind of background she was looking for.”

  “But Father Debakis feels that you do. Tell me about yourself. Why would you want to work for the foundation as opposed to somewhere else, or do another type of work entirely?”

  “He didn’t tell you?” She looked surprised.

  “No. He’s a man of few words.”

  “But he makes them count,” she said with a smile that told him she’d had a running relationship with the priest.

  Vasso agreed with her assessment. The priest had an amazing way of making his point. It had gotten Vasso to conduct this interview, which was out of the ordinary. “Why not start at the beginning, thespinis?”

  She nodded. “I’ve been a patient here with non-Hodgkins lymphoma for the last year and was just released on the ninth of this month.”

  A patient...

  Knowing what that meant, he swallowed hard. Vasso had thought of several reasons for the possible conflict between the two women. He thought back to a year ago when another manager had to resign because of health issues. When they’d hired Alexandra, Zoe Zachos had already been a patient here. The two had seen each other coming and going for months. But it didn’t explain the problem that caused Alexandra to turn down Zoe’s request.

  “I was thrilled to be told I was cured.”

  The joy in her countenance was something Vasso would never be able to describe adequately. “That’s wonderful news,” he said in a thick-toned voice.

  “Isn’t it?” She leaned forward with a light in those marvelous green eyes. “It’s all because of your family. The foundation you established literally gave me back my life!” The tremor in her voice resonated inside him.

  He had to clear his throat. “To hear your testimonial is very gratifying, Thespinis Zachos.”

  “There’s no way to pay you back monetarily. But I would love to work for you in some capacity for the rest of my life. I’m a good cook and could work in the hospital kitchen, or in the laundry, or give assistance to those convalescing. Give me a job and I’ll do it to the best of my ability. The trouble is Ms. Kallistos told Father Debakis that without a college degree and no experience in the health field, there was no point in interviewing me.

  “She wondered if I might not be better suited to becoming a nun if I wanted to be of service to others.” A nun? “I’m sure she was just teasing. Father Debakis and I laughed over that. I’m hardly nun material. But I do want to make a difference.”

  Vasso’s anger flared. Not so much at Alexandra as at himself and Akis. At the time they hired her, both he and Akis had decided she had the best credentials for the important position even if she was younger. But Vasso could see there was a great deal more to finding the right person for this particular job than what was put on paper. Since Zoe had been a patient here for such a long time, surely Alexandra could have shown a little more understanding.

  “Whatever was said, you have a great advocate in Father Debakis. How did you come to know him?”

  “My parents owned a Greek taverna and we lived in the apartment above it here in Astoria near the Sacred Trinity Church. Father Debakis was serving there when I was just a young girl and always took an interest in our family. If it hadn’t been for him, I’m not sure I’d be alive today.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  An expression of unspeakable sorrow brought shadows to her classic features, changing her demeanor. “A year ago I’d gone to a movie with some friends from the neighborhood. We walked home after it was over. It was late. My parents would have been in bed.”

  She paused before saying, “When we got there, it looked like a war zone. Someone said there’d been an explosion. I ran towards the fire chief who told me an arsonist had planted a bomb in the back of the laundry next door to my parents’ taverna where I sometimes helped out part-time. Fire spread to the taverna’s kitchen. Everything went up in smoke. My parents died. So did the owners next door who’d run the laundry for many years.”

  “Dear Lord.” Vasso couldn’t fathom it.

  “Everything burned. Family photos, precious possessions, clothes—all was gone. I’ve always lived with my parents and worked in the restaurant kitchen to save money while I went to college. The scene was so horrific, I collapsed. When I came to, I was in the ER at the local hospital. Father Debakis was the first person I saw when I woke up.

  “He told me the doctor had examined me and had discovered a lump in my neck.” Vasso saw her shudder. It brought out a protective instinct in him he hadn’t felt since he and Akis were on their own after their father died. Though Akis was only eleven months younger, their dying father had charged Vasso to look after his younger brother.

  “Honestly, I’m still surprised I didn’t die that night. I wanted to. I was convinced my life was over. He, along with Iris Themis, one of the women on the church humanitarian council, wouldn’t let me give up.

  “They are wonderful people who did everything to help me physically and spiritually in order to d
eal with my grief. The diagnosis of cancer added another level of despair. My parents and I had never taken a handout from anyone. For them to shower me with clothes and toiletries lost in the fire besides being there for comfort, meant I felt overwhelmed with their generosity.”

  Vasso got up from the chair, unable to remain seated. Father Debakis had told him she was a very special young woman.

  “Before the fire and my illness, I’d planned to finish my last semester of college to get my English degree. I’d even thought of going on to get a secondary school teaching certificate. Because I had to work at night and go to school during the day, my education had to be strung out.”

  A sad laugh escaped her lips. “At twenty-four I would have been one of the oldest college graduates around, but the enormity of losing my parents this last year along with the lymphoma has changed my focus.”

  “It would change anyone’s.” When Vasso’s father had died of the disease, the world he and Akis had grown up in was changed for all time. They’d adored their father who was too poor to get the medical treatment needed. As he slipped away from them, they’d vowed never to feel that helpless again.

  He watched as she re-crossed her elegant legs. “While I was still at the hospital, I met with a cancer specialist who discussed my illness with me. My student insurance would only cover a portion of the costs. There was only a little money from my parents’ savings to add to the amount owing.

  “With their insurance I was able to pay off my student loan. What I had left was the small savings in my bank account that wouldn’t keep me alive more than a couple of months. I was trapped in a black abyss when Father Debakis and Iris came to get me and bring me here.

  “I was told the center existed to help Greek Americans with lymphoma who had few sources of income to cover the bulk of the expense. They took me into the chapel where I read what was written on the plaque.”

  As she looked up at Vasso, tears trickled down her flushed cheeks. “At that moment I knew the Giannopoulos family truly were Samaritans. You just don’t know how grateful I am.” The words continued to pour out of her. “As long as I’m granted life, I want to give back a little of what your foundation has done for me. It would be a privilege to work for you and your family in any capacity.”

  As long as I’m granted life.

  What had Father Debakis said? It was a matter of some urgency.

  Zoe Zachos’s revelations had left Vasso stunned and touched to the soul. He sucked in his breath. “Are you in a relationship with anyone?”

  “I had a boyfriend named Chad. But he got a job offer in Boston around the time of the fire. I urged him to take it and he did. We’ve both moved on. So to answer your question, no, there is no special person in my life.”

  Good grief. What kind of a man would desert her in her darkest hour?

  “Where do you live right now?”

  “I’m at the church’s shelter. I’m planning to find an apartment, but I hoped that if I could work at the center here, then I would look for a place close by.”

  “Do you have transportation?”

  “Yes.”

  “And a phone?”

  “Yes.” She drew it from her purse. “Iris will pick me up here as soon as I call her.”

  He pulled out his cell. “Let’s exchange phone numbers.” After that was done he said, “Before the day is out you’ll be hearing from me.”

  She got to her feet. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity to talk to you. No matter what you decide, I’m thankful I was able to meet one of the Giannopoulos family and thank you personally. God bless all of you.”

  All two of us, he mused mournfully. Four when he included Raina and the baby that was on the way.

  After she left the office, Vasso went back to the desk and sat down to phone Akis. He checked the time. Ten o’clock in Athens. His brother wouldn’t have gone to bed yet. He picked up on the third ring.

  “Vasso? Raina and I were hoping we’d hear from you before it got too late. How do things look at the center?”

  He closed his eyes tightly. “Alexandra has everything under control. But something else has come up. You’re not going to believe what I have to tell you.” For the next few minutes he unloaded on his brother, telling him everything.

  “When we created the foundation, it felt good. It was a way to honor Papa.” In a shaken voice he said, “But one look in her eyes taught me what gratitude really looks like—you know, deep down to the soul. I’ve never been so humbled in my life.”

  “That’s a very moving story,” Akis responded in a serious tone. “What do you think we should do? Since Alexandra has made her opinion obvious for whatever reason, I don’t think it would work to create a position for Thespinis Zachos under the same roof.”

  “I’m way ahead of you. What do you think if we hired her to work at the center on Paxos?”

  He could hear his brother’s mind ticking away. “Do you think she’d be willing to relocate to Greece?”

  “I don’t know. She has no family in New York, but she’s very close to Father Debakis and one of the women working for the Church’s humanitarian program.”

  “What about a boyfriend?”

  “Not at the moment. But I’m sure she has friends she met at college. There was the mention of friends she’d been out with the night of the fire.”

  “She’s definitely one of the survivors of this world. What does she look like?”

  How to describe Zoe Zachos...? “I can’t explain because I wouldn’t do her justice.”

  “That beautiful, huh?” Akis knew him too well. After a pause, “Are you thinking of asking her if she’d like to move to Paxos?”

  It was all he’d been thinking about since she’d left the office.

  “Just be careful, Vasso. I know you inside and out. If she does take you up on your offer of a job, you’re going to feel responsible for her. Be sure that’s what you want.”

  He lowered his head. Funny how circumstances had changed. Vasso used to be the one watching out for Akis. Now his little brother had taken over that role. It gave him a lot to think about, but there wasn’t time if he expected to phone her before nightfall. “I’ll consider what you’ve said. Yassou.”

  On his way out of the office, Alexandra was just coming in. “You’re finished?”

  “That’s right.”

  She looked surprised. “Are you staying in New York tonight?”

  “No. I’m flying back to Athens.” The beauty of owning a private jet meant he could sleep at night and arrive where he needed to be the next morning.

  “I see. What have you decided about Ms. Zachos?”

  “You were right. Her skills can best be used elsewhere.” Her bilingual abilities in English and Greek played only a tiny part of what she could bring to the job. “That’s what I’ll tell Father Debakis. Keep up the good work, Alexandra. My brother and I are relying on you.”

  Relief broke out on her face. “Thank you. I hope the next time you come you’ll arrange to stay longer.”

  Vasso nodded before leaving the center. After he got in the limo, he phoned the priest.

  “Father? This is Vasso Giannopoulos. I’ve just come from the center and am pressed for time. Could I meet with you and Thespinis Zachos in your office ASAP?”

  “That can be arranged. I’ll ask Kyria Themis to bring her immediately.”

  “Excellent. In lieu of her parents who died in the fire, I look to you as someone who has her deepest interest at heart. I understand she has revered you from childhood. What I’d like to do is present an employment offer to her. I believe it’s vital that you are there so she can discuss it with you.” He paused, then said, “She regards you as her mentor.”

  “She’s so grateful to everyone who helped her; her dearest wish is to work for your foundation. She lost everything. Now that she has survived, she wants to give back what she can.”

  “After talking to her, I believe that’s true. I’ll see you soon.”

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p; He hung up and asked the limo driver to take him to the Greek Orthodox Church a few blocks away.

  Copyright © 2015 by Rebecca Winters

  ISBN-13: 9781460387238

  Reunited by a Baby Secret

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