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Yeah, this woman might not be a mind reader, but something tells me it’s going to be hard getting anything past her.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
I might as well kiss my spot on the team goodbye.
If she’s as good as she says she is, then there is no way I’ll be able to fool her into believing I’m not damaged goods.
Fuck.
I really can’t catch a break, can I?
Chapter 10
Charlotte
When the Boston socialite, Agnes McDonald, storms into my office like a hurricane, ready to take down everything in her path, I know my day is off to a rocky start.
Poor Becca almost trips over her feet to follow her in, throwing me an apologetic look for being unable to stop the socialite from barging into my office.
“Agnes,” I greet with a hesitant smile as I stand up from my seat. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
“Well, Charlotte, I would have booked an appointment with your assistant here, but this was too urgent for me to wait,” she explains with a deep-rooted scowl.
“Alright then,” I reply cordially. “Why don’t we have a seat and talk about what is troubling you,” I add while ushering her onto my couch at the side of the room. “In the meantime, Becca, will get us some refreshments. Would you like some water or coffee, perhaps?”
“Fiji water, if you have it,” Agnes grumbles, crossing her long legs and fixing her skirt at the knee. “If it’s not room temperature, then don’t bother.”
“Of course.” Becca nods with a tepid smile before retrieving Agnes’s precious water.
After Becca closes the door behind her, I revert my attention back to my displeased client.
“Tell me, Agnes. How can I help you today?”
“To put it bluntly, Charlotte, I feel that I’m not benefitting from your services as one would expect. Although you came highly recommended, so far, I have yet to see the value in Love Moore, and I believe my business is best suited elsewhere,” she states assertively.
Agnes’s harsh glare suggests that she is either expecting me to argue with her or grovel to keep her as a client. Unfortunately, she will get neither from me.
In my line of business, I’ve seen this type of reaction a hundred times before—clients coming to us for help one day and expecting immediate results the next.
That’s just not how matchmaking works.
Prince Charming doesn’t appear out of thin air just because you willed him to. In fact, the preconceived notion that a so-called mythical Prince Charming even exists is downright detrimental when trying to find love.
No one is perfect.
We all have flaws, and the sooner my clients realize that, the better. Otherwise, they will end up losing precious time looking for perfection when perfection is nothing but an illusion, completely unattainable and nonexistent.
“Agnes, I totally understand where you are coming from,” I reply with a consoling tone. “And I sympathize. This process can sometimes be lengthy, and it’s only normal that you want to see results fast. Let me assure you that we are doing everything wepossibly can to find you the right partner. Someone compatible with you and who aligns perfectly with your way of life.” I offer a kind smile. “I know it’s easier said than done, but you just need to be patient. And if I recall correctly, you haven’t gone on more than two dates since you joined Love Moore. You’re still in the early stages of this process.”
“Three,” she spits out in aggravation.
“Three?” I parrot, confused, since I only talked with two prospective candidates for Agnes.
“Yes. One of them was with that brute of a man, Nathan Wilder.”
Shit.
“Did you just say Nathan Wilder?” I choke out.
