Page 11 of Love In Hiding

“Why do I need to admit it when you know it without me saying the words?” she asked. She turned her head to him. “Go on. What are the cons?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said. Paris let out a soft laugh. If these sisters were identical he’d still be able to tell who was who based on their personalities. “Beau is easily distracted. She likes to talk, but it’s about herself.”

“You got the rundown that she’s got multiple jobs, didn’t you?” Paris asked.

“I did. That’s up to you if you can handle her quittinglast minute for an acting gig that might fall through,” he said.

“See,” Paris said. “I told you this was a mistake. We should just let her go today. Just tell her it’s not going to work before it gets too complicated and we need Spencer for different reasons.”

“That’s your decision. My understanding is that Paris is the one with more HR knowledge and expertise. London, more operations?”

“Yes,” Paris said. “I’ve got a softer... touch with people. HR can be delicate, as we know. London, she just marches in and starts issuing orders on what works better. That’s great for operations over personnel... sometimes.”

“It can be,” he said. “Each situation needs to be evaluated to determine a soft or firm hand. And sometimes it changes mid-course.”

“See,” London said. “My sister doesn’t know how to change. When she can’t get people to do what she wants by being nice, I have to come in and be the bad guy.”

Paris shrugged. “Sad but true and works for us.” Paris put the side of her hand up as if she was going to whisper, but she didn’t. “Just the threat of London coming in will work.”

“You both worked for different companies prior,” he said. “Or have you been overlapping?”

“We’ve done some consulting on the side outside of our jobs,” London said, then pointed her finger. “And don’t get all legal on us that it was a conflict. It wasn’t and our bosses knew.”

“Not my job to say what was right or wrong at your last job, but it will be now. And this meeting is to get acquainted before we move forward. Braylon gave me a list of companies that need your services.”

“Carlisle companies,” she said. “But I just got off the phone with someone here. I was going to have Beau send over our information.”

“No,” Paris said. “You do it. I don’t trust her right now and I’m not sure we should continue with her. You don’t want this wrong or messed up. Not the first client we’d be getting here on our own.”

She let out a breath. “Let me guess—you agree with my sister?”

“How you get or maintain your clients is up to you,” he said. “My job is to deal with the contracts and other legal issues for West’s interests at the moment.”

“There you go riding the line of lawyer speak,” she said. The roll of her eyes didn’t help any.

He turned to Paris. “How long before that second cup of coffee hits?”

“Oh, it did,” Paris said, laughing.

“Good to know.”

He finished with the two of them twenty minutes later, then returned to his office.

He wasn’t at his desk five minutes before Braylon came in and took a seat. He wasn’t a fan of these impromptu visits but learned they happened more than he was used to.

Considering the twins he was assigned to as his first major project, he could understand it more now.

“How did it go with London and Paris?” Braylon asked.

“Interesting.”

He had to hedge his words. Not necessarily be all lawyer speak like London threw in his face, but close enough.

“How so?”

“They are completely different personalities.”

“London is intense. Paris is not. They actually complement each other.”