Page 68 of Hate to Love You
“Evening, Ma’am,” Kane says, his deep voice louder than the bustling city traffic behind us as he extends his hand, and helps her out of the car.
“Evening, Boss,” he nods to me.
My sister rolls her eyes as she steps onto the sidewalk. But instead of just walking back into the building she turns and sets the second manilla folder down on the passenger seat.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“That’s the additional information I pulled on your interview today,” she says, pursing her lips. “You know, the only interview you conducted before ignoring the advice from your sister and head of your Human Resources department, and impulsively having them make her an offer? An offer she enthusiastically declined by the way.”
“She did?”
“Yeah, she did,” Ana says, pointing at me. “She wants seventy-five.”
I grin.
Of course she does.
“I’ll reach out to her,” I say, licking my bottom lip.
“Oh God,” Ana groans, rolling her eyes. “Roman.”
“What?”
“You know exactly what,” she sighs, judgmentally. “I can see that look on your face. But if this backfires, you best believe I’m never going to let it go. Oh, and you should also know that I have a concert to attend next week, so I won’t be around to post jobs at three in the morning. Or conduct background checks. So, do me a favor and don’t murder this one.”
She turns on her heel and starts to walk away.
“Wait,” I call after her, watching her stop. “You never told me, what did Polina’s text messages with Igor show?”
“Nothing,” she says, her face blank. “There were no text messages.”
“What?”
She nods.
“That’s not possible,” I say softly.
“Hence why I’m concerned,” she says, folding her arms and raising her brow. “Perhaps you need to actually read the files and the briefs I give you occasionally. Or, ya know, just listen to me once in a while.”
And before I can say another word, my sister turns and storms up toward the building, with the massive Kane hot on her heels.
All in all, Abigail Wayne’s file was relatively…boring.
There was nothing in there that would suggest she was part of our world, which is why I could rule out the possibility of her working for the Irish or any of our adversaries.
So, despite Ana’s reservations about my “enthusiasm” to hire her, I now find myself standing at my kitchen island, in just my gray sweatpants, sending an email to the personal email Abigail has listed on her resume.
FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: Offer
Miss Wayne,
It was a pleasure meeting you this afternoon for your interview. I thoroughly enjoyed our conversation, and I think you would be a great fit for Nikotech.
However, I heard that you have refused our standard salary offer of $50,000 for the Secretary position and have requested $75,000.