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Her Filthy Rich Boss(9)
Author: Summer Brooks

She was her own person, and she needed to honor that, no matter what. That was the kind of person I needed on my team, someone who would blast through walls and find the perfect solutions at all times, instead of bickering over two cents all day long.

“Listen, this might sound crazy,” I started as the idea began to formulate in my head. “But what would you think about coming down to the office and taking a tour? I’ve got a position for an accountant that I need filling, and something tells me that you’re the perfect woman for the job.”

Silence met me on the other end of the phone, stretching on for so long that I actually started to debate whether or not I should repeat my question. Maybe she hadn’t heard me.

Or maybe she thought I was absolutely insane because I’d just turned a casual phone conversation into a job interview.

“Is this a job interview?” Sarah finally asked, breaking the silence with a laugh. “Because I have to tell you, Rhett, I’ve never been asked to have a phone conversation with a guy under the guise of a friendly meeting and then get asked if I’d like a job.”

She was right. I was a total and complete fool. But I was also a fool who had backed himself into a corner, and there was no way I could turn back now.

“Well, you’ve never met a guy like me before,” I replied coolly. “Besides, I need a position filled, you need a job, what’s the harm in it?”

“You know I’m moving to Thailand in a week, right?” She replied. “Because if Logan didn’t mention that, I figure that’s probably something you should know before you try offering me a job.”

“Thailand, shmailand,” I replied, waving my hand in the air.

Alright, so that was a bit of a roadblock. But, I could deal with that later, if it truly became a problem.

All I knew was that I didn’t want to let this woman go anywhere. I hardly wanted to let her go another day without seeing me, let alone move to an entirely different country where I’d never be able to see her.

This might have been the strangest introductory call I’d ever done, not to mention the only one. Still, I was willing to completely ignore that. Something inside of me wanted Sarah to stay, and if all I needed to do to make that happen was to give her a job, then dammit, I’d do it.

“Come on,” I urged her when I was still met with silence on the other end of the phone. “What’s the worst thing that happens? You find out you actually want to work with me and take the job?”

“Actually, yes,” she replied. It wasn’t quite a joke, but I laughed anyway.

“Sarah, if that is your biggest worry, then you better come down and take a look at my office.”

I truly didn’t know how this entire conversation had devolved into a conversation where I was suddenly trying to convince someone to take a job with me. Never before in my entire career had I felt the need to do that, but Sarah was just… different. It was an awful adjective, but so far, it was the only one I had to describe her.

Hopefully, soon, I’d have a different one.

“Alright, fine,” she relented with a little laugh, one that was like music and wind chimes all rolled into one. “I’ll come take a look, but I make no promises. And you’d better get ready to sell me on it the way you sell all of those fancy houses, got it?”

“A tough negotiator. I can appreciate that. Sarah, get ready to have your mind blown with this awesome opportunity.”

“Color me prepared,” she murmured, her tone bordering between surprised and excited.

I was doing the same on the inside…On more than one level. I wanted to meet this woman in person, to actually get to know her, and I also wanted this position filled. I didn’t have to speak to her for another minute to know that Sarah could take on any job she wanted to, and be brilliant at it.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow at nine a.m.”

“That soon?” She asked.

“Well, seeing as I’ve only got a week to convince you to take this job, yeah, that soon,” I replied with a shrug.

“Alright then,” she said. “I’ll be there.”

When the conversation was over, I found myself in some sort of a strange fugue state. I couldn’t quite figure out how everything had just happened, and suddenly, I burst out laughing.

Rhett Thompson tries to date for the first time in eight years and ends up interviewing his potential date for a job in order to stop her from moving to another country for the next year.

It was like something straight out of a movie.

But now, I had no choice but to prepare myself to sell this job just like I sold a house.

And, if my previous record was any indication, I’d have absolutely no problem convincing Sarah to stick around.

 

 

4

 

 

Sarah

 

 

“I’m a crazy person,” I said to my mirror self as I stared at the outfit that I’d donned for my first job interview in five years. I liked the outfit, but it probably wasn’t the most appropriate thing for an interview.

I’d donned a slim, black leather skirt and a purple blouse that was just slightly see-through, giving the perfect view of my cleavage. I was actually pretty damn proud of my bust, which probably wasn’t a polite thing to say in front of other people, but I thought it anyway. I liked the way my boobs looked. They weren’t too small or too big, and they were still perky thanks to the fact that I had yet to grow a baby inside of me. So, I liked to show them off on first dates, not for the guy, but for me.

And yet, this wasn’t meant to be a first date. No matter how many times I reminded myself of that, though, it just didn’t seem to want to get through my head. This wasn’t a first date.

Rhett hadn’t wanted to date me. Or maybe he did, but he needed an accountant more. Or a financial person, I should say, since I didn’t technically have any degree to speak of.

Either way, I probably shouldn’t have been going on this interview. I had a flight in a week. I was leaving to get a new start in life, some fresh perspective, and to do something different.

And yet, here I was, dressed and ready to go with a printed copy of my resume in hand and this annoying little flutter in my stomach that hadn’t seemed to want to go away since I’d seen Rhett outside of my favorite corner store.

“You can do this,” I told myself, trying to hype myself up for reasons that were still completely unknown to me.

What the hell was I even doing?

I had no answers, but I still found myself picking up my purse and heading down to the parking garage, and then driving over to Rhett’s fancy real estate office in the fancy office building with a very nice valet.

I’d never worked at a place with a valet before. Henrietta didn’t believe in pomp and circumstance, even though she could have afforded it.

I rode the elevator up to the eighth floor. I then stepped into one of the most beautifully decorated offices I’d ever seen.

“Bella,” I breathed, looking around.

Live plants dotted every corner, giving the office workers a breath of fresh air every time they walked by. The cubicles in the center, where the realtors would normally work, were completely gone, replaced by individual desks with laptops on them, so that the agents could see and talk to one another as much as they pleased.

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