5. Mia
Chapter 5
Mia
T he last thing I expected was for Mr. Gallo to show up with dinner and calling someone to fix my car. When I basically told him to get lost, he left, and although I was thankful he left, I had no idea what my next move was. Like, how was I getting home, or how was I getting back to work, or better yet, how was I going to get my car fixed. All brilliant questions for a girl all alone in a new city and broke off her ass.
And now I find myself eating dinner in a parking lot with a billionaire and a surgeon, both of whom are currently arguing over how to best fix my car.
“I want to get it towed to my mechanic. He’ll replace the alternator.” Mr. Gallo says in a huff.
“That’s stupid. I can fix it right now.” Trevor pulls out a toolbox from the trunk of his Mustang.
“I just needed you to tell me what’s wrong with the thing, not fix it. The last thing you need is for your hand to slip and cut your finger or something. How do you plan on doing surgery if that happens?” Mr. Gallo argues.
I just keep eating this amazing chicken alfredo and toasted bread. The flavors are outstanding, and I soak up the last of the sauce with the last piece of bread and now I’m stuffed. This beats the PB you’ve done enough for me, but thank you for the offer.” I pick up my coffee mug and make my way to the kitchen door.
“Mia…” he says.
I turn to look at Mr. Gallo, but he just shakes his head. “Never mind.” He waves me off.
“Have a good rest of your afternoon, Mr. Gallo.” I turn and make my way back to my desk. I don’t know what that was all about, but I write it off as having hit my head last night.
God, I hope this third cup of coffee finally gets rid of my headache.
My head is killing me.