Page 46 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"No, Kingston. I do not remember Ashley."

"You know. Big boobs, long blonde hair, brown eyes."

I stare at him. "That could be any number of women you've slept with in the last decade."

"Whatever. You know who I'm talking about. Remember she said she wanted to be my maid?" He holds out his fingers and does quotes.

"No, I don't really remember this."

"Remember she had a thing for role play? She used to like to be a maid and she wanted me to act like I was her boss."

"Okay. Well, what about her?"

"Dude, she came over last night in a trench coat."

"Okay, and?"

"And she opened it and she had nothing on underneath."

"Oh, you dirty dog!" I laugh. "You did not fulfill one of every man's fantasies."

He chuckles. "I will neither confirm nor deny what happened at my apartment around 11:22 PM last night, but I will say that the Trojan manufacturing plant thanks me for my service."

"Dude."

"What? It was Ashley's idea, not mine."

"I'm going to my office now."

I turn to do just that but turn back to him before I’ve taken two steps.

"Oh, yeah. Did you hire your new assistant yet?"

"Actually I hired that girl, Skye. She had a good résumè." He shrugs. "And she doesn't really know Lila very well. They just met that morning on the way to the office."

I stare at him. "You know they met on the way to an audition to be actresses, right?"

He cocks his head to the side and frowns. "No, she didn't tell me that part."

"I'm just saying." I shrug. "But good luck to you."

"Hmm, I will have to speak to her when she gets in." He shrugs. "Anyway, I'll talk to you later?"

"Sounds good. Is Remy in the office yet?"

He shakes his head. "I don't think so, but I did hear from Gabe. He will be back on Monday."

"Great. We'll have a partners meeting Monday morning?"

"Sounds good. I'll let everyone know," Kingston says.

"Great. Thanks."

I head to my office and I'm surprised to see that there's a light on. Had someone been into my office? I frown slightly as I hurry toward my desk and my jaw drops when I see a brown bag and a white styrofoam cup on the desk. I open the bag and sniff. It's a freshly made bagel. I open the top of the cup and there's coffee. Is Lila here already? I look around for a couple of seconds, frowning, and she walks in with a big smile on her face.

"Good morning, Mr. Spector. How are you today?" she says in an almost-robotic fashion, and I freeze for a couple of moments.

I am slightly disappointed to realize that she's wearing a much more appropriate suit today. A long skirt and an almost-Victorian-looking white shirt with buttons all the way up her neck. Maybe she’s trying to let me know that she is no longer interested in flirting.

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