I head down there, getting more and more anxious as I go. I nervously run my hands through my hair and walk into the building.
I go to the reception desk. “Hi, my name is Rachel Morgan. I’m here to see Tiffany Wake.”
The receptionist nods. “Please, have a seat. Miss Wake will be with you shortly.”
I go over to the chairs arranged around the lobby and look around. The office is just as intimidating as I thought it would be.
I feel so out of place. Not only do they do business differently from me, but they also just look different. It’s like they’re an alien race. Or maybe I’m the alien.
I curse myself for wearing mom jeans when everyone else is in a suit. It would have looked weird to wear to the bookstore and tea store, but I feel way more out of place here.
Maybe I should have made time to go home and change.
A door opens, and a gorgeous redhead strolls past me into an office. I feel my heart skip a beat.
That may have been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. From the brief moment I saw her, I noticed her flaming red hair and emerald green eyes. I could also tell she had an incredible body under her stuffy, yet fashionable, business suit.
She looked stressed out, but even stressed, she was a stunner.
The receptionist picks up a phone and talks into it for a moment before hanging up. She looks over at me.
“Miss Wake will see you now.”
Four
Tiffany
Today is categorically awful. It’s only barely begun and it’s already a nightmare.
Already my personal assistant, Jordan, has had to contact me about more threats we’ve received in the mail. The police are stopping by later and I need to speak to them.
On top of that, we have seven new entrants in our international conference. That means we have to handle travel and accommodations on top of getting more translators.
And, as if that wasn’t already the cherry on top of a bad day, I can’t get my new supermall development in motion because there’s a bookstore in the way. I need to foreclose on it, but it hasn’t budged yet.
I get into the office later than I want to and settle in. I’m already going through the list of things I need to do when I get a call from reception.
I put the call on speaker. “Yes?” I answer.
“Miss Wake, Rachel Morgan from the Cozy Nook is here to see you.”
Perhaps my day is looking up. That’s the bookstore I need to get out of my way.
“Send her in,” I say before hanging up.
If I can get this taken care of, I can get started on the development earlier than expected. It’s nice to be able to iron out kinks.
When Rachel Morgan from The Cozy Nook walks in, I’m taken aback.
I had expected someone older. It’s the type of store that seems like it should be run by someone at least middle aged.
Rachel is young and quite beautiful. She’s all curves and has long, dark hair. Even though she’s dressed in what look to be mom jeans, I can tell she’s stunning.
“Hi,” she says. She extends her hand. “I’m Rachel Morgan.”
“Ah, yes, Miss Morgan.” I shake her hand. “Tiffany Wake. I understand that you want to discuss The Cozy Nook. Please, sit.” I gesture to the chairs across from my desk.
She sits down, looking a little nervous. I can’t blame her. I know I’m intimidating. If she lets me foreclose, she can just get this over with.