Page 8 of Immortal Throne

A smile tugged at my lips. It wasn’t the first time she’d offered me her position at the temp agency she worked for. Whenever I was low on cash, she’d try passing jobs along, all the types of positions that would’ve made Mom proud. But I was never the sit-at-a-desk type. I usually turned her offers away, unless I was truly desperate. Like now…

“It’d be a good way to keep you distracted,” she went on. “Keep your mind offthings.”

I gave her a deadpan look. Becca normally didn’t put this much effort trying to convince me to take her temp postings.

“Keep you out of the Underground.”

“Ah, there it is. The real reason.” I chuckled. I might’ve loved cage fighting, I might’ve thrived on the vicious, bloodthirsty crowd, but even I had to admit fighting might not be the best option for me if I continued to have these fainting spells.

She reached into her bag, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and handed it to me. “Here’s all the info. It’s good pay. Look at it. Go on.”

Plucking the paper from her, I unfolded it. The numbers glared back at me, and I almost choked on my own saliva. “Does that say fifty-five dollars?”

She nodded. “An hour. Yeah. Exactly. It’s a good gig and easy work. Just tend to the big bossman’s requests, do a lunch run, hold his calls, reschedule meetings—you know, the stupid stuff.”

“Pretty sure none of it is stupid. Assistants work their butts off.”

Becca scowled. “Do you want the job or not?”

Did I really want to be some yes-man for a guy who probably earned his fortune because dear ol’ daddy had a yacht—or two—and didn’t know the meaning of the word no?

Absolutely not.

But did I need the money to live whatever was left of my life the way I wanted to?

“Shit, fine.” I refolded the paper and stuck it into my jean pocket.

“Good girl,” Becca teased.

“And what are you going to do then?” I asked her. “Don’t you need the money, too?”

“Eh, not really. At least not now.”

Knowing Becca, that only meant one thing. “Who’s the guy?”

She blinked, pretending to be shocked by my accusation. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Whenever Becca didn’t need to work, it was guaranteed she had a new boyfriend. Some sugar daddy who gave her anything she wanted. Money. Jewelry. Clothes. Hell, one guy even bought her a new car “just because.” Who did that?

I’d certainly never been in a relationship with that kind of dynamic. But, unlike me, Becca had charisma. She had confidence, knew how to sweet talk her way to get what she wanted, and had a figure that men drooled over, and most women would kill for. Getting a boyfriend was easy for her.

Keeping them… Well, that was another story.

“Who’s the new sucker you have fawning all over you now?”

She waved her hand in the air like it didn’t matter who it was, as long as she got what she wanted. “Some guy I met at a coffee shop. He saw me ordering and came up to talk to me.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are the only person in this world who can get a date just by looking at a menu.”

“You could take a few pointers from me,” Becca added. She lifted a single brow for effect. “When was the last time you went out on a date?”

“Bec, I’m dying. I don’t have time to focus on my love life right now.”

“Oh, yeah. Jeez. I’m sorry, girl. I wasn’t thinking,” Becca said.

I shook my head and said, “It doesn’t matter. Thanks for listening, at least.”

“Always. What are friends for?”

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