Page 95 of Playboy Boss

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Two weeks later October had come around finally, and Scottie browsed the Internet for jobs. It was Monday, prime time for job searching. She had been unemployed since Korr Properties and just couldn’t go back to the agency. She’d lied to them anyway.

So many things she’d do differently. She felt as if she’d aged two years and not two weeks. She hadn’t really been unemployed, though. She’d helped Tara with the catering business by booking appointments, invoicing, doing inventory, and the like. She’d also still helped serve and prepare the menu several times since Konrad’s surprise birthday party. Tara’s business was really taking off, which was wonderful. The plan was to work until the baby came in seven months.

“You should just work for me.” Tara’s voice came from behind.

“No. Thanks, though.” Scottie wasn’t a good assistant. She needed a job where she could make decisions and have a role with authority.

“Or…” Tara paused, pulling out a chair across the dining table from Scottie, who continued to scan openings. “You can be my partner? I mean, you have a business degree. You can manage the business side of things.”

Scottie looked up. “Really? Your partner?”

Tara beamed. “Yeah. You’ve been so good with the money part of Decadent Chick. I don’t think I would be getting this successful if it wasn’t for you.”

What a compliment! Scottie’s eyes moved to the computer screen again. Why not? It seemed like the next logical step. And she loved working with Tara, despite everything. She could help build the catering business for Tara and the baby. It could be their legacy.

Just as she was about to give Tara an ecstatic yes, her gaze moved over an ad that caught her attention.

ASSISTANT BREWERS WANTED

New microbrewery now hiring. Inquire on-site.

Scottie read the address listed. The EaDo property. Konrad had sold the property to the Bayou Sling!

Oh, God.

Scottie stood from the chair, knocking a stack of catering invoices to the floor. She couldn’t explain the rush inside her to act. It was primal. It was what she needed. Nothing could stop her, not her pride or her stupid what-ifs, from taking the plunge. And for the first time, she wasn’t afraid of where she would land.

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