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I didn’t apply for this gig so Mr. CEO could ghost me and I could waste my time away, stuck on his deliriously good looks.
God, am I as immune as I think?
I shouldn’t have evennoticedbetween all the sniping we’ve done.
He was too busy glaring for me to pay much attention to anything except for the fact that someone apparently set his eyes on fire.
Blue flame. Searingly hot.
Just like the rest of him.
I almost thunk my head down on my laptop. Only Mark watching me curiously from the other side of the desk keeps me from embarrassing myself to death.
“Not going well?” he asks sympathetically.
No.
No, it’s not going well at all.
I’m hung up on the fact that my hot boss is ignoring me instead of just finalizing this dumb proposal and letting fate do the rest.
It can’t be daddy issues.
If anything, the whole dead mother thing should’ve left me with an unhealthy mess of mommy issues instead.
Dad, like Foster, was an infamous grump before Eliza wore him down with her delicious pastries, coffee creations, and sunny smiles.
But Dad’s special.
He raised me, and no matter what, he always showed more warmth at his coldest than Foster.
He also taught me how to focus. I definitely don’t need to give a crap if Foster’s all smiles or frozen stares.
The chance to shadow a CEO was another big reason I applied. It seems useful if I’m ever in a position to run my own nonprofit.
I’ve read through the company’s history. Foster started this venture alone over a decade ago. He had jaw-dropping venture capital interest before he even hired his first employee.
By the time he turned Home Shepherd into a real working company, he was already known for philanthropy from his other ventures.
He created the vast architecture here from nothing but experience and some seed money.
Arrogant suit or not, he’s the sort of man you’d want to learn from when it comes to building empires from ash and bone.
And honestly, bad attitude aside, I’m beginning to think I’d jump at the chance to trade Foster for Mark, who’s finally typing away on his computer, humming obnoxiously to some pop song.
Mark wouldn’t know the nitty-gritty about business if it smacked him in the face. All the pitfalls to avoid, how to make everything transparent and fully focused on doinggoodvs. just making money.
And Carol, she’s perfectly lovely, but she’s also not going to know the thousand-foot view.
As a product lead, she knows better than anyone what the company does on a smaller scale with its biggest assets, but...
The first time I met Foster, I didn’t think he knew much either.
I thought all the research I’d done about how he’d set up his company meant nothing.
Until he dropped that mile-long list of charities Home Shepherd works with.
Until I dug deeper, talked to more employees, learned more history, and now it’s possible—possible—that Shepherd Foster isn’t just another greedy billionaire with an ego to feed.
