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CHAPTER ONE
Saylor
I HEARD THEloud honk of a horn and someone yelling out “Asshole!”, and I looked up from my phone. In that moment, I wished I had followed my own advice about going to Maxwell and Locke a few days earlier so I wouldn’t end up getting lost.
As here I was on my first day.
Lost.
Where in the hell am I?
“Siri, if you don’t tell me where in the hell I am I’m going to throw you!”
“Who, me?” she replied to my threat.
Pulling up my contacts, I dialed the number of my old college friend who currently worked as the accounting manager for Maxwell and Locke. She was the one who originally told me about the job, that they were looking to bring on younger, fresher people to help bring the company into modern times.
“First day jitters?” Mary asked as she answered.
“No. Yes. Hell, I don’t know. I’m lost, and I have ten minutes to get to my meeting with Mason Quinn.”
“Mmm. Mason-hot-as-hell-Quinn.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mary, focus, please. I’m standing in front of Louis Vuitton, and I’m seriously considering going in and spending a large amount of money to combat my anxiety.”
She laughed. “Walk to the corner of fifth and east fifty-seventh street.”
“Okay.”
“Turn left and keep walking down. We’re the large black building on your right.”
“Thank Jesus! I see!” I hit ‘End’ and kept walking. I’d make up for hanging up on her later tonight.
Glancing at my watch, I saw that I had five minutes left. There was no way I was running. First off, I had my favorite pair of heels on, and these black Stuart Weitzman pumps were not made for running. And I had my favorite drink from Starbucks in my hand. A girl had to prioritize, after all.
Weaving in and out of people, I crossed the street and made my way into the building.
Shit. Where are the elevators? Why didn’t I stake all of this out a few days ago? Damn it!
An older gentleman was walking by, and I put on my best smile and asked, “Excuse me, could you point me to the elevators?”
He glared at me like I’d just committed a crime by speaking to him. He pointed, huffed, then rushed out the door.
“Thank you!” I called out after him with a smile on my face, knowing that would annoy the jackass even more.
Adjusting my bag and purse over my shoulder, I turned and headed in the direction he’d pointed, only to find a cute little restaurant.
Ugh! Asshole!
Whirling around, I took a right and then decided to head the other way. The elevators had to be toward the middle of the lobby. I could go left or right—but which way?
“Shit, why is this stressing me out?” I whispered.
Left. No right. No left.
I went right and immediately smacked into someone.
“Motherfucker!” he cried out as I drenched him in my precious soy chai latte.
