Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Anna

As soon as Franco walked through the door, I walked over and slapped him on his chest.

“How could you do that to me?”

“What? You said you wanted to get a job, and the opportunity presented itself. Besides, it’s only a temporary position. When you’re done with that job, you can take some time off and then look again.”

“How the hell am I supposed to provide a resume? The only company I ever worked for was my father’s!”

“It’s already taken care of, doll. I called my cousin, Lars. He’ll be here in a while.”

“Lars, the criminal?” I cocked my head at him.

“He’s technically not a criminal.” He rolled his eyes as he walked away and into the kitchen.

“Yes, he is! He makes fake documents, IDs, passports, and God knows what else.”

There was a knock at the door. Sighing, I walked over and opened it to find Lars standing there.

“Anna, baby. It’s good to see you.” He grinned as he lightly planted a kiss on each side of my face.

“Lars. Nice to see you. Come in.”

“Franco told me you left your fiancé and moved to New York. Bravo, darling.” He smiled. “Anyway, welcome, and this is for you.” He handed me a large manila envelope. “It contains your resume and references.”

I took it from him and removed the papers that were inside.

“Looks nice, Lars. And what if Jules calls Mr. Baker and he tells her he’s never heard of me?”

“No worries, darling. It’s all been taken care of. The number we put down for Mr. Baker is one of ours with a California area code. If and when she calls, my people will handle it along with your references. I’ve also sent that to your email, so all you have to do is send it off.”

“Gee, Lars, you did all this so quickly. Thank you,” I spoke in a sarcastic tone.

“Quick is my specialty, and since you’re a close friend of mine, I’ve decided not to charge you.” He hooked his arm around me. “I take care of my friends.”

I gave him a smile so fake that my face hurt. Grabbing my laptop and sitting down on the couch, I opened my email and forwarded my resume and references to Jules. Within a few minutes, she emailed me back.

Anna,

It is my pleasure to offer you the personal assistant position we discussed. You will report promptly to Carter Capital tomorrow morning at eight a.m. I’ve listed the address below. I’ve also attached some forms I need you to fill out and sign for our company. Please remember that this position is temporary, and Carter Capital can find a permanent replacement at any given time. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns you may have.

Jules Warren

The next morning, after showering and putting on my black pinstriped pantsuit, I poured myself a cup of coffee and leaned up against the island. This wasn’t what I planned to do my first morning in New York. Damn Franco for opening his mouth.

“Good morning. Oh, look at you. All business-like and ready to go.” Franco grinned before kissing me on the cheek. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept okay.” I twisted my face.

“I know that look, Anna. It’s your bummed-out look. What’s wrong?”

“Nah, it’s nothing.”

“Come on. Talk to me.”

“I can’t stop thinking about how my father fired me for not marrying Matthew.” I took a sip of my coffee. “What parent does that to their child?”

“Working for your father was the only thing you’ve ever done that was expected of you. You could have worked anywhere after college, but you decided to stick with the family business because you knew it was right. I’m sorry, darling.” He hooked his arm around me. “But you weren’t going back anyway, and you knew that.”

“I know. But he didn’t know that. Anyway, I’m off to work. Wish me luck personal assisting whomever it is I’m personally assisting.”

“Probably some really old-ass dude who’s going to sexually harass you.” He smirked.

“You’re probably right.” I rolled my eyes.

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