“Thanks, honestly. But you know that’s a little too close to home.”
“Too close to home, or too much for your A-type personality that justhasto go find her own way?”
Sasha winked at me, laughing as I flipped her off playfully.
“Both,” I said, grinning. “It’s enough that you’re putting me up in theinsanehouse, you know.”
When Sasha had first gotten together with Luke and Jordan, they’d all lived in the guys’ penthouse on the top floor of Stone and Steel Holdings. Eventually though, they’d moved out and into this sprawling,gorgeousplace.
She grinned. “Hey, it’s notthatselfless of me. I get lonely and spooked being in his place all alone while Luke and Jord are off in London.”
“How’re the acquisition negotiations going?”
She shrugged, waving her hand. “Oh, fine. You know them; they get what they want.”
I winked at her. “Apparently.”
“You’re a pessimist.” My friend sighed as I glanced over the job description again on the laptop in front of me.
“I’m arealist,” I said indignantly, sipping wine. “Why the heck would a secretary and personal assistant job that pays so well be up for grabs?”
“Well,” Sasha sighed. “Guess you’ll find out tomorrow at the interview, dummy.”
She was right. For all my bitching, Ihadlanded a callback for an interview.
“I’m still grossed out by the headshot, you know.”
She smirked.
“How is that even legal?”
“Eh, there are loopholes. And hey, you’re cute.”
“I’m not a model or anything, though.”
She groaned. “Girl, yougotthe interview, didn’t you?”
I frowned and she laughed and poured me some more wine.
“Vicarious drinking,” she said with a wink as she pushed the glass towards me. “You want me to send a personal recommendation on Stone & Steel letterhead?”
I frowned and shook my head.
She sighed. “Didn’t think so. You areonestubborn girl, you know that?”
I grinned at her. “Yup. It’s why you love me though.”
“Luckily,” she snorted.
I turned back to the laptop. “The guy I’m reporting to is probably an old rich asshole.”
“Yeah, heprobablyis, Ari, but that rich asshole is going to pay you like you’re a Wall Street trader.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, taking a sip from my glass.
“It’s gong to befine.”
“I guess.”