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“Do I want to be there all my life and climb the ladder or whatever? No. But it pays well. Unfortunately, the jobs I’m good at are not the kinds that pay well. So, I am there till I figure things out.” I laughed. “Now some of theladiesI work with are that type. Catty. Want success to a fault. There is some drama brewing with shifts of the bigwigs. Some girls are even plotting to somehow date the person that can help shift their status at work. I just keep my head down and run my errands.”
He laughed. “I have been around the corporate world for a while. There is always a select few. In my experience. I hoped things had changed.”
I tilted my head and furrowed my brows. “You said you were going back?”
“Yeah, I have been avoiding it for a few years. It's time. I just don't want to screw it up. I have been traveling. Sometimes catching the odd job here and there. Kept me honest.”
I snorted. Odd jobs as a way tokeep honest. It took all my strength not to roll my eyes. “So what will you be doing?”
He shrugged and looked towards the window. “Managing people. Pencil pushing. You probably know what that’s like,” he said.
Not really. I glanced down at his clothes. Even in workout clothes, the brands and lines looked more expensive than the average guy’s. “Well, if you ever need a coffee mule, I’m your girl. If you can match my current pay, “ I said with a laugh.
He leaned closer to me. His hand lay on my thigh as he traced circles with his thumb. “I don't think HR would appreciate that.”
I swallowed. My breathing quickened. I bit the bottom of my lip as I dipped my head down. His hand reached out, touching my chin, and gently turned my head toward him. “Look at me, pretty girl. Hand me your phone so I can give you my number.”
I blinked. “Oh-okay.” He let me go and I pulled my phone out of my bag. I unlocked my phone and passed it to him. He was smiling as he typed in a message bubble. After a moment, his phone dinged.
“There. Now you have my number.”
I smiled as I grabbed my phone. “Thanks.”
“I should be thanking you,” he said.
I put my phone back into my bag and stood up. “I should probably head home. It's getting late and work calls tomorrow.”
He nodded as he stood up. “Yeah, it does. I will text you.”
I nodded and walked toward the door. “Sounds great,” I said as we split to walk in different directions.
Chapter 2
Cal
Istepped into the elevator of my father's business,Duncan Associates. The old portrait of us hung in the lobby. Fresh-faced and young. My shoulders slumped as memories coursed through me and I sighed. Before I started to disappoint everyone. My father decided to move his main headquarters to this small city when I was a teen. He thought it would keep me out of trouble. I still found it. At that time, I missed the big city. Since I was mad about it, I spent my teen years acting out. I did a few internships here over the years. Now that I was older and was relocating back here, I was grateful. Over the years of traveling, I realized the smaller cities were much better than the hustle and bustle of places like New York City. In just a few minutes, my dad would re-introduce me to the company. With a sigh, I leaned against the wall and scrolled through my phone.
Me
What are you doing?
Getting hit by that woman was not the plan yesterday, but for some reason, I was glad. Her bright and short hair framed her heart-shaped face and when I had flirted with her, her skin bloomed the nicest shade of pink. Her green eyes sparkled with life as she rambled. She didn't care about my money. She smiled honestly at me.
Jordan
running late for work.
Me
The manager in me does not approve.
When am I going to tell her that I won't just be a manager but the future CEO of Duncan Associates? It was one of the biggest companies in this town. She would know what it is but if I told her that, she would know who I was. I’m not the man the media tried to peg me as, but she wouldn’t know that with a google search.
Three dots appeared, then disappeared, and finally, I received another text:
Jordan
Does that make me a bad girl?
