Page 18 of Wright Together
I nearly choked. “Colton is coming to Lubbock?”
“Yep.”
“Because he was arrested?”
“Yep.”
“And you want him to work for me? The boss’s kid?”
“I want someone who won’t treat him like the boss’s kid. He can’t work for anyone who has grown up with him. And he can’t work for anyone who will treat him with kid gloves. He’s not glass; he won’t shatter under pressure.”
“You think I’m that person?”
“I know you are,” Jordan said with a laugh. “If you’re half as hard on him as you are on yourself, then it’ll be fine.”
“Dare I ask what the kid did?”
“Breaking and entering and vandalism,” Jordan said. He scrolled his phone and passed it to me. I looked down at a black-and-white photo of Colton Wright. I’d seen him once before. He looked just like a teenage version of his father. “He and a few of his friends broke into the rival prep school and spray-painted dicks all over the gym.”
I snorted. “Sounds right.”
“Yeah. It was stupid, and they might have gotten away with it, but they’d bragged about it before it happened. So, some of the kids from the other school showed, and there was a fight. Administration found out and refused to let them all go.”
“Both sides were arrested?”
“Yes. Jensen got them to back down by saying he was taking Colton back to Texas.”
“And money, I’m sure.”
“I’m sure.” Jordan stood and took his phone back. “So, are you up for it?”
“It doesn’t sound like I have a choice.”
“That’s the spirit,” Jordan said. “He’ll start Monday.”
I couldn’t hold back my laugh. It was a ridiculous notion. What was I going to do with a fifteen-year-old New York City brat? I already had an assistant, but from what it sounded like, I couldn’t foist Colton off to him. Jensen Wright’s son would steamroll my assistant. I’d need to come up with a game plan to try to deprogram the little shit.
“Fine. Monday it is.”
“Knew I could count on you.” Jordan leaned against the doorframe. “Everything set for Midland?”
“Yeah. Eve should be here any minute.”
“She’s late, isn’t she?” Jordan asked with a smirk.
“Fifteen minutes and counting.”
Jordan grinned. “It’s good to see you flustered. Wasn’t sure anything did that.”
“My brother would say everything does.”
“He’d be wrong.” He tapped the door twice. “Good luck this weekend. Text if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
Jordan was leaving just as my phone beeped.
In the lobby with my suitcase. Ready when you are.