Page 99 of The Guy Who Became My Grumpy Boss

“Are you sure it’s this way?”

“Ashley likes to lead people astray.”

“Only people who don’t read the signs.”

“I’m thinking this one will be all tools.”

“I’m hoping for baby stuff.”

The voices filled the air around me, and it didn’t matter who was talking, I felt happy.

Happy and apprehensive. I’d come to a decision about the Curvy Girl Crew, and while I was nervous about it, I thought it would be fun, keep our viewers engaged, be sustainable, and include everyone. Not to mention, help people.

Our company mini golf tournament had inspired me.

I hadn’t told the others yet, but of course it depended on their support.

“We’re totally going the wrong way.”

“It’s right around the corner.”

“Which corner?

I was at the back of the line, filming. None of the boys were with us, and this was the third storage unit we’d opened today.

So far, we’d discovered one unit full of office chairs and desks that, judging by the colors, had to be fifty years old and a literallibrary of DVDs and paperback novels from the ‘90s.

Nanette was sure we could sell the office stuff to nearby theaters, who were always looking for vintage pieces for their sets. We were up in the air on the DVDs. No one wanted that many paperbacks, but I figured we could find anything that was valuable then donate the rest to a library or a used bookstore.

“Found it!” Ashley declared from the front of the line.

“We’ve passed this four times.”

“Have we?”

I snorted. Seriously, all of us together at once were a force to be reckoned with.

I got into position so I could film Ashley cutting the lock off—her favorite part—and joined the others in a drumroll as two of the crew raised the door.

“No way,” Nanette said.

“Did you get to look at this beforehand?” someone demanded.

“Teresa bought this one,” Nanette said.

“I am a genius.”

Someone coughed and said, “Rat skeletons.”

Everyone laughed.

The entire unit was filled to the brim, and the right half of the room in front of us was literally packed with a crib that was stuffed with totes of toys and baby clothes.

The other half was a wall of totes and boxes that looked to be household goods.

This was the perfect time to bring up my idea. I turned my camera off and put my phone in my pocket.

“What’s up?” Brooke asked.

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