Page 7 of Unwrapping Romance

I needed to go to the grocery store and take my pants and coat to the cleaners. Grabbing my other coat from the closet, I put it on with my tall black boots and headed out the door. When I exited my building, I saw snowflakes falling from the sky.

“Great,” I mumbled as I walked down the street to the cleaners.

“Sierra.” Mrs. Wong smiled.

“Hi, Mrs. Wong. I need these cleaned.” I set my coat and pants on the counter.

“They’ll be ready on Wednesday for you.”

“Thank you. I see you’ve already decorated for Christmas.” I stared at the decorated tree in the corner and the garland hanging from the ceiling all around the place.

“It’s that time of year again.” She smiled.

“Is it, though?” I cocked my head. “Thanksgiving is in two weeks. You don’t think it’s a little early to decorate?”

“Not at all. Look at the city.”

“Trust me. I have.” I sighed. “Thanks again, and I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

Iarrived at my new place of employment at six fifty-five a.m. Why Jack Atlas had his employees start so early was beyond me. When I stepped out of the elevator, it was quiet—too quiet. Nobody was there, and I wondered what the hell was going on. Walking over to my desk, I sat down, removed my boots, and put on my heels.

“Good morning.” A voice from behind startled me.

Turning around, I saw Jack standing there with a smile, holding a cup of coffee.

“Good morning. Where is everyone?” I asked.

“They don’t start until eight o’clock. Grab yourself a cup of coffee and come into my office.”

“Okay.” I stood up from my chair and went to the kitchen area.

After pouring myself a coffee, I walked into Jack’s office and sat down.

“You look nice in clean clothes.” A smirk crossed his lips.

“Thanks, Mr. Atlas.”

“You can call me Jack. Here is the password to my schedule. It’s your job to keep it up-to-date. Also, I need you to contact these people and schedule meetings.” He handed me a white sheet of paper. “Go to your desk, get settled, and start working.”

I gave him a nod and a small smile as I stood from my chair, walked out of his office, and to my desk. As I was looking over Jack’s schedule, Tristan walked over.

“Morning. How’s your first day going?”

“Morning.” I smiled. “It’s good so far. Jack doesn’t seem as bad as you all make him out to be.”

“Just wait.” He smirked.

Chapter Four

Jack

“Sierra, come in here,” I shouted.

“Yes, Jack?”

“I forgot to tell you something. With the holidays approaching, I’m sure you’ll want to decorate your desk or some shit like that. I have a policy, and no Christmas decorations are allowed in my offices.”

“Jack—”

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