Page 869 of Deep Pockets


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It was strange to take orders from my twenty-six-year-old sister. I’d bossed her around enough when we were younger, so to see her like this, it always amazed me. She had been made for it, of course. Even more than Jensen, who had always been more interested in the architectural side than the business side.

When she finally hung up her phone, I was leaning against a chair in front of her desk, trying not to be impatient.

“What’s up?” Morgan asked.

“I appreciate everything you did to get me this job.”

Morgan furrowed her brow. “Are you quitting?”

“Um…no?”

“Who are you? Ben from Parks and Rec?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Last I checked, I wasn’t an accountant who kept refusing to work for you.”

Morgan grinned. “Well, what’s the issue?”

“I want to switch positions.”

“You…what?”

I walked around the side of the chair and sat down in front of my sister.

She knew why I was here and what all had happened in the last month. After all, she was the head of Operation Miranda, the silly name my family had given for trying to break us up. She despised her more than anyone.

“I think I need to be in a new job,” I repeated.

“Landon,” she said, steepling her fingers and looking at me over the top of her hands, “do you know what we went through to get you this job on such short notice? We had to shuffle and reorganize the company. I essentially invented a job for you in a place where another position could fit seamlessly into the structure already in place. I had to analyze all the jobs from top to bottom, and this job is it. I mean, if you want to go work on a construction site, then by all means, we have plenty of jobs. Not sure your back could handle the machinery though.”

“Yeah, yeah. My back can’t handle much,” I agreed.

I knew what Morgan had gone through to get this all to work out. Not to mention, Jensen had helped me with the lawyer, finding an apartment, moving, and most importantly, getting a top-notch physical therapist at the medical center. I was an inconvenience at the moment. I could feel it. No matter how much my family loved me, I was a wreck.

“So, as you can see, this is the best I can offer. I didn’t think you’d want to actually work in construction…or even if that was possible for you. And, really, my secretary position is filled.” She grinned.

“Ha! I would never work as your secretary. We’d kill one another.”

“I’m pretty sure, with the condition you’ve been in, I’d win.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“So,” Morgan continued, “why don’t you want this job now that I’ve gone to all this work to get it for you?”

I shrugged nonchalantly.

I couldn’t tell her the truth. That the idea of being Heidi’s boss and seeing her day in and day out was absolute torture. I had a hard time keeping my hands to myself when I was around her, and getting involved with her romantically definitely had to be some kind of HR violation. Fraternizing with your employees wasn’t a good idea, and the thought of avoiding her cut deep. It would be easier on us both if none of this had ever happened. Yet here we were.

“Come on, tell me,” Morgan said.

“I guess I’m just not qualified,” I lied.

Morgan gave me an eat-shit-and-die look. “You have a Stanford business degree. You graduated in the top ten percent of your class. You know how to run a business.”

“Well, I don’t really have any experience.”

“God, stop. You know more about Wright Construction than anyone could because you are Wright Construction.” She dismissively clicked a few buttons on her computer. “Just do your job, and you’ll be fine. Everyone always likes you. They’ll see you know what you’re doing.”

I nodded and stood. “Right. Yeah. Sorry to bring it up.”

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