Text Me Maybe (Manchester Bees Football Club #1)

“It is such a pleasure having you here with the Manchester Bees, Miss. Simmons,” Chard Mohammad, the majority owner of the football team, said as his assistant, a slim man in a black suit, poured several cups of tea in his office. “From what Mr. Conrad said on the phone, you’re a miracle worker.”

“Oh, well, I wouldn’t say that,” Scarlett said, her hackles rising at the praise of her ex-boyfriend and former employer.

She sat in front of a glass desk in an office with a gold-leaf honeycomb pattern stenciled onto a matte-black wall on one side and a glass wall overlooking the practice pitch on the other. The floor was covered in a gray carpet with the Manchester Bees emblem stitched into it.

It was a dramatic office, but the company in the room was far more imposing than its style.