“Huh?”
“The women who work in my office usually wear dresses.”
“I only have one, floral.”
“Then go shopping. You’ll have a corporate credit card, and expenses will be a job benefit.”
“I don’t want charity. I can pay for my own clothes.”
I don’t even bother to respond. “I’ll have someone look for you tomorrow. They’ll take you to buy what you need. You said you can start soon? I arrive at the office around eight. Be there in three days.”
“And I thought I was quick . . .”
“Quick?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking out loud.”
“Speak.”
“You seem like a bulldozer,” she says and then quickly adds, though she doesn’t seem at all repentant, “No offense, sir.”
Not for the first time today, I suppress a smile. Olívia is unbelievable, and I’m still not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
I grab my phone, unlock it, and hand it to her. “Save your number here.”
“Once I go to HR tomorrow, you’ll know what it is.”
“No, I might need to talk to you before that. Save it.”
I could swear she rolls her eyes, but she quickly masks it. “Done. Now, can you explain a little more about what you expect from me?”
It’s time to get creative.
“Your role will be . . .”
Chapter 12
Later that day
Caldwell-Oviedo Tower Hotel
I’m completely shocked by the size of the room—it’s not just a room but an apartment big enough to fit about fiveOlíviasinside.
As soon as we arrived, Guillermo dropped me off at the hotel entrance. A staff member came to collect my suitcase and brought me here. My new boss said a quick goodbye. He mentioned that the person who would meet me tomorrow would explain how to get to his office in three days, and that I should take this time to relax.
Right. As if I could.
I’m buzzing, eager for someone to pinch me so I can be sure that what I’m experiencing is real. In a way, I’m glad our meeting ended.
I’m naturally restless—now add to that everything that’s happened in a little over two hours.
Think about it.
You’re at home, trying to encourage yourself and believe that everything will be okay. You know your savings won’t lastlong, as even with a better job at a café, as I intended, the salary there plus tips wouldn’t even come close to what I need to pay off the monthly agreement I made with the bank. The installments into which my mother’s medical expenses were divided ate up almost all of my salary, and I’ll probably be paying them until the day I die, but I’ve come to terms with that.
Are you with me so far? Well, then. You’re alone and flat broke, then you open the door and come face-to-face with a man who looks like a hot romance hero and offers you a job.
Doesn’t it just make you think of that fairy godmother thing?
