“I was determined,” Andi assured him.
“Ever embezzled?” he asked, throwing her a questioning look.
“No, but I do have a bad habit of raiding supply closets,” she admitted with a helpless shrug, knowing that she probably should have kept that one to herself.
At his questioning look, she admitted, “I have a pen addiction.”
“I think I can handle that,” the man that still hadn’t told her what job she was interviewing for murmured. “Do you have a problem with long hours?”
“Will it involve running?” Andi asked, blinking up at him.
Lips twitching, he said, “No.”
“Then, I’m good,” Andi said, nodding as the elevator doors opened and a plump woman carrying a stack of folders joined them.
“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow at seven,” he said with a nod, already walking off the elevator before his words had a chance to register, and once they did, the doors were already closing behind him, leaving her standing there, frowning as the elevator slowly made its way back downstairs. She probably should have asked more questions, Andi thought, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. She considered waiting until she was home to find out who her mystery man was, but…
“Excuse me, but do you know who the man that I was talking to is?” Andi asked, wondering what she would do if he worked in accounting. Probably not show up, Andi decided, feeling her shoulders slump as the thought of going through another interview had her biting back a groan.
“Mr. MacGregor? He’s the CEO of Carta Hotels,” the woman said with a polite smile.
“Oh…” Andi mumbled, unable to help but frown since that left her with more questions than answers.
“Why do you ask?” the woman absently asked, shifting her attention to the stack of folders in her arms.
“I think he just gave me a job,” Andi said, only to frown when the other woman suddenly went still as she slowly looked up with a horrified expression on her face and said, “Oh, God, you poor thing.”