“Then, how is that using your dad?”
It’s not. Not really.
“So, is this meeting about that job?”
“Sort of.” I wring my hands together. “I don’t even know if the job is still available. I emailed them to see if they had time to meet tomorrow. I figured I could see about that or maybe there’s something else.”
“That’s wonderful, honey.” He’s smiling like a proud boyfriend.
“I’m going to tell them about the situation with McAllister.”
“Do you think you should? Maybe ask Jason what he recommends.”
Oh. “That’s a good idea.”
“I suspect they’ll hire you on the spot. No questions asked.”
“Maybe.” Doubtful but I’m not going down that negative path again. “Hope so.”
ChapterThirty-Five
HUDSON
I’m dyingto know how her meeting is going. I dropped her off at the administrative offices of the foundation and went to work. She promised me she’d call me as soon as it ended. It’s been three fucking hours since then, and I’m going a little crazy.
“Mr. Adler?” My intercom buzzes.
“Yes?”
“A Miss Clariday is here to see you.”
She’s here? In my office? “Send her in.” I stand and practically skip my way to the door to meet her halfway. The second she enters my office, I knew. “You got it?”
“The job was still open.” She’s fucking beaming. “I’m not sure but it looks good.”
I wrap her up in my arms and pull her close giving her an office-appropriate kiss. “Tell me what happened.”
Tugging her over to my sitting area, I sit first and pull her onto my lap. With my right arm on her back and my left hand on her bare knee, I wait.
“The job sounds amazing. I’d get to help plan all facets of their fundraising events. Part of the job would be coming up with new ways to raise money, but most of it would be planning things like menus, entertainment, set up, and everything.” Her face drops. “The money goes to the families of fallen officers.”
Something I hadn’t considered. “Would that be difficult for you? To work for that organization?”
“Maybe. I mean, I’d be reminded of my dad every day, but that’s the way it is anyway. At least I would be doing something to help others. I understand what they’re going through.”
“Very true.”
“Did you tell them about McAllister?”
“I did. I told them everything.”
“And?”
“Well, the man I spoke to was an old friend of my father’s.” Her giggle brings a smile to my face. “He told me he’d like to ‘kick someone’s ass’ because that’s what my dad would want him to do.”
“Sounds like it’s yours if you want it.”
“Don’t jinx it. He said he’d get back to me.”
