He pivots to leave, then pauses, "Uh, Sinclair?"
"What?" I snap.
"You may want to make sure you don't flash your arse at the world."
"What the—" I straighten, start toward him, when a cold breeze hits my backside. Shit, he wasn't kidding; he'd literally meant that my arse was bare... Because it is... Bare and hanging out for all to see, through my gaping bloody hospital gown.
Meredith chuckles. She points over to the corner where I spot a paper bag. "Your clothes are in there."
10
Sinclair
An hour later, we drive up to the studio flat that I'm renting in East London. It's small, but enough for my needs. Besides, it's not for much longer. Once 7A takes off, and it will, money won't be an issue. I will be a billionaire by the time I am twenty-five, mark my words.
Meredith parks the car, then switches off the engine. During the journey, I'd learned that she lives alone, and works as an assistant to a CEO of a mid-sized company. The woman has a no-nonsense attitude about her that is as inspiring as it is slightly daunting.
In the silence that descends, I stare straight ahead through the windshield.
"I owe you a thank you," I mutter, "not only for saving my life, but also for putting up with my shitty temper."
"Damn right." She nods. "You make sure you take care of yourself, Sinclair. Plenty of fluids, take aspirin if the pain gets too much for you."
I nod, then push open the door and slide out.
I slam the door closed, when she leans across the seat. "You're only human, Sinclair, you're not indestructible."
We'll see.I step away from the car, then pause. Retracing my steps, I pull my business card from my wallet and hand it through the window.
She takes it, scans the surface of the card, then glances up at me. "7A Investments?"
I nod. "It's the leading financial services firm in the country."
"Is it now?" She frowns.
"Not yet," I smirk, "but it will be."
"And you're giving me the card, why?"
"In case you feel the need for a change of scenery, and if you're looking for a company which will ensure that you are remunerated in keeping with your professional competence, then look us up."
"You offering me a job?" She tilts her head.
"No ma'am," I allow my smile to widen, "I am offering you a way of life."
"And the job?"
"Assistant to the Seven."
"The Seven, huh?" She frowns. "I've met you, Saint, Edward, Damian, Arpad and Weston. Who's the seventh?"
"Baron."
She taps her fingers on the steering wheel, "Can't say I saw him last night."
"Yeah," I frown, "he left earlier. I'm sure you'll run into him sooner or later. So what do you say, Meredith? You up for working with us?"
"Hmm." She purses her lips, but I swear her eyes twinkle at me. "I'll think about it."
