But hell, why was she surprised?
Every conversation with a Forsythe-Drew managed to turn onto her inheritance.
“This has nothing to do with my inheritance, dammit.”She huffed out a breath.“Not everything in life is to do with Granddad’s money!”
It just felt like that.
Gritting her teeth, she carried on, “My friend Persia is being audited by the IRS.She needs a CPA.A great one.She has a small business and I want to help out.”
It seemed she was disappointing or pissing everyone off today because a disgusted breath escaped her brother and whistled down the line, severely pissing off her Panther.
“Oh.That’s a shame.”
It was?
God spare her from the Forsythe-Drew’s interest.
“Yeah.It is.I know.She’s gutted about being audited,” she mocked.
“I’ll have someone from the Accounts department get in touch with Persia.Text me her details.”
Surprised at the personal touch, she murmured, “Sure.I will.Thanks, Daniel.”
“No worries.”
“Speak later then.”
“Yup.”
As they cut the call, El shot Persia a surprised look.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.After he pissed me off, he was surprisingly nice, that’s all.”She sent Daniel Persia’s number, then told her friend, “He said a CPA will be in touch.It will be someone from the firm.”
She grimaced.“I hate it when you call it that.”
“Call what what?”El asked confused.
“’The firm’,” Persia quoted, even using dusty fingers to emphasize the quote.
“Why?”El asked, amused.“That’s what it is.”
“It’s your family.”
“No, it’s the family business.”
“Maybe.But it just sounds so mafia-like.”
At that, El hooted.“Very apt.”
“You’re making me feel heaps better,” Persia retorted.
Grinning, she got to her feet.“Do you want to meet Ryan or not?”
Persia jumped up.“Do bears shit in the woods?”
El laughed as Persia raced around the desk, grabbed El’s arm and practically dragged her out into the bakery.
