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“And if not, you know where to find me,” I add.
“You’re the best.” He holds up the papers.
I walk him to the door. I just lost a potential hundred-grand commission. Time’s ticking and I have to go make up that money until he returns.
“Good luck.” I open our office door and walk him to the elevator. I even press the down button for him. “Let me know how it goes. Maybe one day I’ll hop on board the FSBO train and actually have a social life.” I laugh. Not my real laugh. The one reserved for clients.
He steps into the elevator, presses the ground floor button, and waves as the doors close.
Instead of going to my office, I head right into my brother’s Enzo’s advertising firm’s office. I need to cool the fuck down before I go apeshit on the redheaded she-devil across from my office. I barrel into the Mancini Agency, the door slamming behind me alerting their five employees of my arrival.
Annie glances up from where she’s talking to the receptionist, a smirk on her face. “You look flustered.”
I narrow my eyes because I can’t help but think she knows something about why I am, but why would she? Still, that look on her face…
“I need to get she-devil evicted. Will you be my accomplice and say she’s running an escorting business out of her office?”
Annie glances at their receptionist and says her goodbye before sliding her arm through mine and escorting me to my brother’s office. “I met her, and I think she’s lovely. Very friendly.”
“Yeah, she’s friendly. She stole my client who was on the way up to see me.”
“I saw them both on the elevator and she wasn’t even talking to him,” Annie says.
She opens the door without knocking and Enzo holds up his finger, phone to his ear. Annie takes the chair across from the desk, and I sit on the couch by the window, which has a shitty view of an alley. Sometimes I think Enzo fell so fast from his Manhattan skyline view because of what? The woman sitting next to me. How scary is that thought? He left a partnership offer to start his own company and all because of love.
Enzo’s acting much like I did moments ago with Kevin Henderson. Kissing ass with the hopes of hooking a client.
I return to Annie’s comment. “Whose side are you on? Do I need to remind you that I’m basically family?”
She laughs, the one only Annie can get away with without pissing me off more. Sometimes I see why my brother fell so hard. Not that I like her like that, but I can appreciate why my older brother does.
I shake my head. “I think I’m going to plant a desk in the lobby, so my clients don’t have the option of running into her.”
She laughs again, eyeing Enzo. He winks and smiles, his hand on the receiver as though he’s preparing to finish the call.
Annie stares at my brother as though he’s a god, all dreamy eyes and desire oozing out of her. “He’s trying to get this client to jump ship from Jacobson and Earl.”
“You’re no better than the she-devil. No wonder you like her.”
Her eyes shoot my way with that look of judgment I swear she learned from my ma. “It’s not the same. I don’t think she’s trying to steal any of your clients. Like I said, she didn’t even talk to him in the elevator.”
Enzo hangs up, stands from his desk, and sits next to me on the couch. I’m sure he’s pissed he’s sitting next to me and not Annie.
“So?” Annie’s hopeful voice conveys that she cares more about this client than the fact that I’m going to be out of business if the she-devil continues to reside across the hall from me.
“He’s willing to hear our pitch.” Enzo smiles and winks.
A low moan falls out of Annie like she wishes I would disappear so they could celebrate in private. Not today. They’ll have to taper down their ridiculously high libidos. “You’re the best.”
He winks again.
I hold up my hands. “Enough. Let’s talk about me now.”
Enzo blows out a breath and my head volleys between their non-verbal conversation. I’m not sure if it’s about me or about how they’re going to fuck as soon as I leave. The whole fraternization thing is going to bite them in the ass when two of their employees think it’s okay to lock the office door and screw like bunnies.
“Hello?” I say, waving my hand between them.
They both snap out of their lovesick haze. God help me if this ever happens to me.
