“If you’re the man who gets me access to the building, I’m your best friend for life.”
He chuckles. “I’m Vincent. Vince.”
“Jacqueline. Jax. Nice to meet you.”
“Mr. Jones’s office is at the end of this floor on the right. He’s got a dark green door. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks.”
“Once you get your contract over to me, I’ll get you set up. That guy over there with the red shirt? That’s Bruce, he’ll give you a guest account so you can log into the computer.”
“You’re a life saver, Vince.”
I leave him giggling to himself and head toward the IT guy. Bruce is probably no older than nineteen. He goes crimson when I ask for a login, but he’s extremely efficient, and within five minutes, I have everything I need. I flash him a smile as I continue to my desk.
Vince was right: the office I’m looking for is impossible to miss, filling the entire back portion of the floor.
There’s a desk right outside it, with a Mac computer on top and zero clutter. A printer is situated next to it, humming quietly to itself as it prints copies for someone on the floor.
I park myself in the chair, double-check the login, and sign-in. TheJones & Co. logo pops up on the screen, and I allow myself a grateful sigh of relief. I took a huge risk coming here, but the gamble appears to have paid off.
My lips thin as I get out my cell and reluctantly call Pippa. When she picks up, she’s just as pissed as I expected her to be.
“You didwhat?” she says when I relay the events of the morning.
“I walked into a board meeting and told him to hire me, and he has.”
There is a long agonizing silence, and I wonder whether she might call the cops on me.
“You have some balls on you, I’ll give you that,” she says eventually, and I can hear keys clicking through the phone. “He said he’s giving you a trial day? I’m excited to see how fast you fail.”
“I’m not going to fail.”
“And yet you have no idea what he wants, or what he likes. If you hadn’t blown up at me yesterday and sulked your way out of my office, I could have explained that to you.”
“You told me I wasn’t his type. Clearly, you were wrong.”
Jax, would you shut the fuck up for once?
Pippa scoffs. “You’re in over your head, Jax, and you’ll realize it soon enough. But while you work for Mr. Jones, you represent my agency, is that understood? I don’t know you, and I haven’t vetted you, I’ll be running a background check on you today. One misdemeanor, one fuck up, and you’re out.”
“I’ve worked at nightclubs for most of my adult life,” I say lightly. “I work hard, I pay attention, and I take things seriously.”
“Hm. Well, I guess that’s a start. Let’s hope you know your way around a cock, too.”
I lick my lips as I recall the size of the cock in question. It looked impressive through his pants.
Pippa sighs, some of the tension leaving her voice.
“To be honest, we’ve struggled to find a woman who’ll stick with Mr. Jones. All you need to do is follow his instructions, and if you do well, the money will be excellent. You get five grand for a successful ‘interview’ though you don’t deserve it, and we’ll transfer that to you today.”
Holy shit. Jackpot.
“Great, thanks.”
Right after I get off the phone, Mr. Jones comes back, his face like thunder when he sees me at my desk.
“Still here, then?” he barks at me, and I stiffen, wondering whether he’s about to ask me to go into his office and fuck him. “I don’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the day. Deal with them.”
