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Enzo
Istare down at the replacement assistant. Ann, Erin, or something. She blows the dark hair falling down over her forehead from her eyes and glares at me.
She has a backbone, I’ll give her that.
“Sorry, Annie,” the male assistant whose desk is near my office says. He’s always eavesdropping on my conversations and thinks I don’t know.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Mancini, I’ll be right in your office with your files,” the replacement says.
I cross my arms. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your party.”
“Oh no, we were just, um… I was sharing some good news with my friends.” Her cheeks redden. It’s a cute look for her. Innocent and pleasing. I wouldn’t mind seeing that same look on her face when she’s on her knees, sucking me.
My forehead creases in irritation as I reprimand myself. My line of thinking isn’t appropriate, and I’ve never thought anything like that about someone who works for me. Even when that blonde with the breast and butt implants was my assistant.
But this woman’s not my assistant. I’m simply borrowing her from Ted Beardsman. I’m sure she doesn’t get enough work from that guy to keep her busy anyway.
“That’s what five o’clock down at Blarneys is for.” I turn but stop at the door. “Three minutes, Erin.”
The guy scoffs and I’m guessing I got her name wrong, but she’s temporary, so what does it matter as long as she does what I need her to.
Heading into my office, I look at the assistant’s desk. At least the girl I fired took her plant with her. Thank fuck. She kept going on and on about how it’s aloe and if I wanted, I could rip a section off and run it along my skin. Did she not realize this is an ad company, not a massage parlor?
My phone vibrates on my desk, and I hurry to grab it, figuring out too late it’s Carm. “What?”
“Nice way to answer the phone for your younger brother, dickwad.”
I sit down, my attention on my computer screen, clicking through the slides. “I’m busy. I’ve got a presentation in about an hour and my assistant just quit.”
He laughs. Of course he does. Carm would have to flick his assistants off like leeches because he treats them too nicely. Once, he gave an assistant a purse he’d noticed her admiring at an open house. ‘Course, he was probably fucking her. He denied it, but everyone knows Carm lies about stupid shit like that.
“This the one you could make partner with?”
“Don’t jinx it.” I click through the rest of the slides. “Why are you calling me?”
“I set up a basketball game for tomorrow.”
“Cool.”
“We’re playing at the rec center by Ma’s.”
“What? Why aren’t we playing here in Manhattan?”
“Because the team we’re playing is in Brooklyn. I figured I’d hear no complaints from the rest of you. We’re going to get our championship back.”
I rub my hands together. “Why didn’t you start with that? How are you a successful real estate broker?”
“It’s called closing the deal.”
“Piss off.”
A knock sounds on my glass door.
“Gotta go.” I click off on the phone and wave in the temp.
“Here you go, Mr. Mancini. What else did you need?” She pulls out her pad and pen. “I don’t know where Denise was with everything.”
