Page 3 of Unwrapping Romance

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Page 3 of Unwrapping Romance

“If you don’t mind me saying?—”

“I do mind. Keep your opinions to yourself.” I glanced at him.

After stopping on numerous floors, the doors finally opened on the thirtieth.

“May I help you?” The receptionist, with burgundy hair and dark red lips, smiled brightly.

“I have an interview with Mr. Atlas,” I said.

“Have a seat over there, and I’ll let him know you’re here. Excuse me. What is your name?”

“Sierra Knight.”

Taking a seat in the cream-colored chair, I noticed no Christmas decorations. Maybe they just hadn’t gotten around to decorating yet, unlike Manhattan, which decorated earlier and earlier every year.

“Miss Knight?” A young man walked over. “I can take you to see Mr. Atlas. Follow me.”

Chapter Two

Jack

“I don’t give a shit, Robert. It’s not even Thanksgiving yet, so don’t give me that holiday bullshit. You have three days to sign that contract, or I’m pulling out and taking my money with me. Three days, Robert.” I ended the call and threw my phone on my desk.

“You were a little harsh, don’t you think?” my friend and V.P., Daniel, asked. “I mean, his wife is dying of cancer.”

“This is business, Daniel. His personal life shouldn’t affect his business decisions.”

“And Scrooge is back.” He grinned.

“What do you mean? He never left the building.” A smirk crossed my lips.

There was a light tap at the door.

“What is it?” I shouted.

When the door opened, Tristan popped his head in.

“Excuse me, Mr. Atlas? Your interviewee is here from the temp agency.”

“Name?” I asked.

“Sierra Knight.”

“Send her in.” I sighed.

“Can I sit in on this one?” Daniel asked.

“Sure.” I leaned back in my chair.

The door opened, and I sat up straight when a beautiful brunette, about five feet seven inches tall, walked in. My eyes quickly diverted to her coat and pants, which were completely filthy.

“Miss Knight.” I stood from my chair. “It is ‘Miss” correct?”

“Yes. You must be Mr. Atlas.”

“I am. And this is my colleague, Daniel Quinn. Please, have a seat.” I gestured. “Let me start by asking you a question. Are you homeless?”

“Excuse me?” She cocked her head and narrowed her eyes.




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