Carlyle: I doubt it. You said you worked with computers. Do you know any coding?
My brows rose in surprise, and I pursed my lips thinly.
Valerie: not really . . . but my sister does. Why?
He started replying instantly, and I nudged Natasha with my elbow to draw a grunt from her. Leaning over my shoulder, she swallowed her bite, and I held my breath in expectation.
Carlyle: I need someone to write a program for me. For a good price.
“Wouldn’t that be awesome if he hired me? Say ‘yeah.’ I’ll do it.”
“You don’t even know what it is, Natasha.” Even as I protested, I shot the text she wanted, and Natasha rested her chin on my shoulder. “Plus, why would he ask you if he’s in a global company? Don’t they have people for things like that?”
“Maybe he wants to impress you. Doesn’t take much.” Scrunching up my nose at that, I shirked her off, and Natasha laughed as Carlyle’s next text came in. “Oh, he wants to meet up tonight. Look up the restaurant.”
