Page 26 of Rhet

Just as the doors almost close completely, I push my foot between them. It’s about time Rhet Banner knows exactly who the hell I am.

RHET

“What’s your name again?” I ask. I know by now Julian is tired of my antics. However, this interview is boring.

“Georgia,” she says coyly.

I don’t bother to ask her last name because I am uninterested. On paper she’s perfect.

Julian thinks she’s perfect, he insisted that she will be the PA for me. She’s beautiful. Her eyes are ocean blue, her hair is thick, dark, and glossy. She has high cheekbones, great tits, and ass. She looks like a southern belle who ran for Ms. Texas.

However, she doesn’t do it for me. I light my cigar, blowing smoke directly in her direction. She fans it away gently without a word.

Julian stands to my left, looking down at me unimpressed. I’m unimpressed with her. If I’d blown smoke at Julian, he would have already given me the finger or something. This is worrying. There are parts of my life I can’t see Georgia being ready for. She sure as hell is no Julian. She lacks that spark.

I need someone with spunk, who can keep me on my toes. A knock comes at the door right before it bursts open, and there she stands.None of your damn businessthat’s what I called her. I’ve never been so happy to see someone.

“Is this a thing? Stepping into an office when you weren’t invited?” I ask. My body feels alert, happy, energized even. What the fuck?

As Julian goes to move forward, I shake my head. “No.” Julian looks at me with a frown.

“I sat in that corridor for nearly two hours, hungry, only to be denied my interview. Oh no, I don’t think so.” She points to the door.

She’s breathing hard, making the collar of her shirt touch her chin. Poor Georgia looks around at the woman in the ill-fitting suit. I wonder if she has anything she wants to say.

“She already has the position.” I point toward Georgia, my cigar leaving a trail of smoke in the air.

“Yes, but the position is mine. No offense.” She walks beside Georgia and smiles down at her. I wouldn’t call her cocky, she’s actually speaking genuine facts.

“Oh, non-taken,” Georgia replies softly as she presses her hand to her chest.

“Is it?” I ask.

“Is it what?” She raises her eyebrow at me as she holds the back of Georgia’s chair.

“Is this position yours?” I question then take a puff of my cigar.

Yes, it fucking is, my mind laughs at me. I don’t even know her credentials, but I want her. Wait, I want her?

I look at her standing at about five seven with her hair pulled back in a low bun. She has no makeup on, yet her face is smooth. She has large dark brown eyes, a straight nose and plump lips. Her complexion is a deep bronze or is that espresso? Espresso, I rub my chin. She has changed the way I look at coffee forever.

“Julian this is the woman, I met this morning at theScreamin’ Bean.”

Julian groans out loud. “Oh God.”

“Why is this position yours?” I rock back in my office chair.

I want her to impress me. Please, impress me. She nods and smirks at me, as if she’s sayingfine.

She looks down at Georgia. “What year was Banner Freight Incorporated?”

Georgia turns to me as if she needs a way out. Sorry, Ms. Georgia, no can do.

“Um, 1990?” Georgia brings her thumb to her mouth and bites her nail.

“No, it was actually 1940, his great granddad established the company, July 10th, 1940,” she says as she looks at Georgia with pity.

Before she can continue, Julian interjects. “How many cargo planes do we have?”

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