my employers on my first day of work might not be the best strategy. I normally like to be early for
things, but I did not want to get down here and meet more of my bosses before I’m mentally
prepared.
I’m wearing my standard work clothes this morning. A baggy dress that falls to my ankles. This
one is beige with vines along the skirt, and my black loafers. I’m not really sure if they match the
outfit, but they’re the only pair I have, so they’ll have to do. My long black parka is unbuttoned for the
ride. I’m really glad I brought it. I wasn’t expecting the way the wind cut right through me yesterday.
Zach and Jonas are standing next to a blue minivan right outside the elevator doors. Jonas gives
me a smile and nod. I return it, then turn to my other boss. He’s holding the sliding door of the van,
fingers nearly white, as he stares down at my shoes. I glance down, and yep, they’re still there. He
doesn’t look like he can pull his eyes from them. I think he’ll need a minute. “Do I sit in the front or
the back?” I ask Jonas.
“Front. Zach can sit back there.” I move for the door, but Zach’s there before I can touch the door
handle. I don’t think anyone’s ever opened a car door for me before.
“Morning,” he mutters, giving me the smile again. Beneath it is consternation and confusion.
“Morning,” I return.
The ride is silent, giving me plenty of time to ponder the men in this van…and the van. Finally, my
curiosity wins out. “Why do you drive a minivan?” I ask Jonas. They’re rich. They can definitely
afford to drive something more expensive.
He glances at me briefly, then away. “It’s one of the safest vehicles on the market, and almost all
of my brothers can fit in it.”
“Do you do that often? Drive all your brothers around?”
“Yes,” he says simply, hands at nine and three.
“So you’re telling me that this minivan is sometimes filled with a bunch of billionaires? Are all
your brothers your size?”
His lips quirk into a small smile. “Or bigger. Micah and Colton are nearly six-foot-six.”
A little snort escapes as I imagine it. “Oh my god, it must look like a clown car when you all get
out.”
He barks out a laugh. I hear an echoing one from behind me. “Yes. I had to upgrade the
suspension…when we go over speed bumps, we’d occasionally bottom out.”
