“Only if you tell him first. If you do it without telling him, he’ll think Quinoa stole it, and then Quinoa will get fired.”
“Quinoa?”
“Our receptionist. His parents were very crunchy.”
Ah. That makes sense. “But Dad wouldn’t actually fire him.”
“Oh, he would. Dad almost kicked one of the best guys off the team last year because he was new and didn’t realize I wasthe owner’s daughter,ooooh.”
“Dad almost fired him for not knowing who you were?”
“No, it was more that he was a little bit of a dick when I met him. But Fletcher’s always a little bit of a dick. And there’s something about him being a dick that sells tickets, so it’s good that Dad didn’t fire him.”
“I’m going to have to learn everyone on the team, aren’t I?”
“Yep. Want a rundown?”
“No, I want a twice-baked potato.”
She laughs. “You’re growing a twice-baked potato.”
“Given the amount of potatoes I’ve eaten the past few weeks, I’m not sure you’re wrong.”
Jessica snuffles her agreement. She’s sniffing the corners of my new office.
My new office.
I don’t like those words.
I’d rather be working with a winery or at a restaurant or for a catering company.
Instead, Dad’s created aninternal head of eventsposition for me.
I get to plan the meals for meetings, sales pitches, charity events, and banquets for the team. All while sitting in a gray-walled room with a window overlooking the little park behind the Pounders’ administrative building.
It’s not just the fancy desk chair.
I also got a window office. And not some window overlooking a parking lot either.
It’s special treatment.
“Aw, don’t make that face,” Miranda says. “This really is a great place to work. Everyone’s nice. The guys on the team are great.”
“Are they?”
“They are. Even Fletcher. Once they found out who I was, they basically all adopted me as their little sister.”
“That’s not annoying?”
“Oh, it is, but it’s much better than having all of them hitting on me.”
“Because they’re all unattractive?”
“No, because Dad would murder them, and I’d rather not be the cause of the fall of the Pounders.”
I rub my belly. “So little one’s going to have a lot of honorary uncles?”
Miranda grins at me. “Fuck Abby Nora and fancy lady baby showers. Wait until you see what these guys will do.”
