Page 20 of Boss of Me
“Holy shit,” the driver marvels. “I applied for a job at his company, but I never got called for an interview.”
I snort bitterly. “You dodged a bullet.”
“Really?” Surprised eyes flick to me. “Why do you say that?”
“He’s an asshole. Now can we please go?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” The driver takes one last longing glance at Gunner before pulling away.
I glare out the window at the perfectly tended grounds of the estate. My stomach is churning, fury and regret burning behind my eyes.
I should have known this opportunity—like my date with Gunner—was too fucking good to be true.
Chapter Six
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Iwatch the honda disappear downthe tree-canopied road. As a strange tightness squeezes my chest, I pivot and stride up the steps to the front door. It opens before I reach it.
“Welcome back, sir.” Mr. Leland, my butler, greets me with a politely quizzical look. “Did you forget something?”
“Thought I did, but I was wrong. Where’s Mrs. Calder?”
“In her office, sir.”
I nod and head down the hall to Mrs. Calder’s private study.
She looks up from behind her antique ivory desk, surprise flickering across her face when she sees me. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to go straight from your office to the airport.”
“That was the plan,” I grunt, perching a hip on the corner of her tidy desk.
She checks her watch and frowns. “You’re going to be late for your flight.”
“I own the plane. The flight leaves whenever I get there.”
Her elegant eyebrows soar toward her hairline. She’s probably wondering what’s gotten into me. I’m never late for anything, and I never keep others waiting. That’s my brother’s MO.
“I just ran into the woman you interviewed,” I tell her.
“Ah, yes. Marlowe Somerset. Very impressive young lady. I offered her the job and she accepted.”
Not anymore, I think sardonically.
“I was just about to call the other interviewees to cancel?—”
“Let me see her file,” I interrupt.
“Whose? Miss Somerset’s?”
“Yes.”
Mrs. Calder frowns at the unusual request. “Is there a problem?”
“I just want to see her qualifications.”
Mrs. Calder stiffens, her lips thinning. “I’m perfectly capable of hiring your household staff.”
“I know you are,” I say with a fond chuckle. “You’ve been with me for years. This place would fall apart without you.”
