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Meanwhile his brother stood quiet like a statue. A very asshole-y statue.

If I’d had any additional promising job leads, I would’ve walked out by now, but I didn’t.

“Why don’t you come back, and we’ll do the interview?” Dominic suggested.

What the hell. I was here. I was dressed up. And I’d bitten the pavement on my way in. And yes, there was a piece of pride at stake. I wouldn’t let Leo the jerk hole ruin a perfectly good job opportunity for me. He might work here, but it wasn’t like he owned the place. “All right.”

“I want to interview her too.”

I don’t know who was more surprised by his request, me or Nic. But Nic recovered first. “Fine, why don’t you go shower and change, and we’ll meet you in the conference room?”

I did not need to think about Leo showering, yet my mind went there instantly, causing my cheeks to heat.

Leo seemed like he was about to protest but ended up relenting. “Fine, I’ll meet you there.”

It took everything in me not to watch his ass as he walked away.

Dominic led me through the security door by swiping his badge and taking me down a long corridor ending in an open floor plan with desks and computers arranged in two rows. There were only a couple people sitting there at the eight o’clock hour.

“These desks are for our accounting, sales, and the engineers. Most of the guys work out of the warehouse next door with all of the equipment and are often on the road for installations. Then, there’s a monitoring hub upstairs, but it’s secured off to everyone but those who have clearance to be there.”

“How big is Delta Security?”

“A year ago it was only six people, but now it’s over fifty and expanding rapidly. I joined two months ago as the Director of Sales, and business is booming. With the recent growth, we need someone administrative to take care of the office.”

“You haven’t had an office manager or receptionist before?”

He suddenly averted his gaze. “Uh, we had one for a short time, but she quit.”

“Do I need to guess why?” No doubt McGrumps had something to do with it.

He held up a finger as if to say “Wait” and led me into a small conference room with a plastic table—the type you normally set out for a backyard barbeque—with six metal chairs and a whiteboard on the wall. The space could definitely use some sprucing up, not to mention some tech equipment. I wondered if it would be in the budget to upgrade these types of things.

Nic gestured for me to sit down and took his own seat. “Considering your nickname for Leo, I’d say you already know the answer as to why the last office manager quit. Why don’t you tell me what has you searching for a job?”

“I moved here to Vegas a few months ago, and I’ve tried a couple jobs, one in a casino, and one in a restaurant, but realized I’d prefer something more corporate and with normal business hours.”

He looked down at a copy of my resume I’d emailed to him. “You indicated you worked in a medical office before? Can you describe the duties?”

“Most of it centered around reception. Making appointments, screening patients, and dealing with insurance companies, but I also helped out the office manager quite a bit. I have a letter of reference from one of the doctors.” I handed over the letter, hoping it wasn’t obvious it was from my best friend. It was legitimate, however, since I had worked in her practice, but it was definitely biased because of our relationship.

“This name, Dr. Brooke Morrison is familiar. What type of doctor is she?”

“She’s an obstetrician. She was in the OC, then LA, and is now doing a Doctors Without Borders assignment in Haiti.”

He quickly took out his cell phone and typed out a text. “I think my girlfriend knows her.”

“Really?” If so, it was a small world.

A ping came back, and he grinned. “Kelsey said, and I quote, ‘If Brooke is recommending her, she must be great.’”

My bestie really was the best. “I like your girlfriend already.”

“I have no doubt she’d love you too.”

“Do you both live here in Vegas?”

“No, to be fully transparent, I’m only here every other week as I’m building out the San Diego office. But we could plan on daily meetings, in person when I am here and phone calls when I’m not, at least until we get you up and running. That way, you and I can work to find ways to improve the office without going through the owner.”

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