Mr. Serious (Mystery Christmas #2) Stone Cold Christmas Ranger by Winters Danica & Helm Nicole

Author:Winters, Danica & Helm, Nicole [Winters, Danica & Helm, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime Romance, dark romance, mafia romance
ISBN: 9780263929249
Amazon: 0263929248
Goodreads: 40107691
Publisher: Mills & Boon Intrigue
Published: 2017-09-07T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Bonnie

“Ms. Byrne your resume is just what we’re looking for, both in terms of experience and salary range.” Sally Conyers gave a feminine laugh over the phone and I sat up tall, heart pounding in my chest at the prospect of a job. A real job, here in Glitz. “But we are an organization that relies heavily on charity and in this business, reputation is everything and yours is, well what it is currently.”

And just like that, all hope fled. “Of course. I understand. But you do realize I’ve been officially cleared?”

It didn’t matter, a lesson I’d been forced to learn over and over again. The arrest might as well have been a conviction as far as the outside world was concerned.

“Yes, I understand that, but we, well…we really don’t need the drama. You know with the press and reporters. I hope you understand.”

I could hear the sympathy in her voice, but I didn’t need sympathy. I needed a job. “Thank you for letting me know.”

“It’s our loss, I know,” she said brightly and ended the call.

It just so happened that this moment presented me with the perfect excuse to dull the sting of rejection. It wasn’t much because my funds were dangerously low and so was my emergency supply.

Feeling at least a little human, I threw my phone on the bed, slipped into a bathing suit and slathered on some sunscreen. Then I skirted around them main walk outside to a small wading pool with a waterfall behind some greenery that was just out of view of most parts of Ashby Manor. I wasn’t being ungrateful, I just needed some time to myself.

My privacy lasted a total of twenty-three minutes before the click-clack of killer heels sounded on the paved apron around the pool just a few feet away.

“Hey Bon!”

I jumped up from the lounge chair and ran to the lawn. “Maze!”

She flashed a wide, genuine smile. “How’s it going? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” she said, probably the only person who was happy to see me.

I returned her hug and shrugged my shoulders. “Another job rejection, but that’s nothing new. How’s the job treating you?”

She wagged her head and slipped off black stilettos with a sharp gold heel that was to die for, at least it would have been if I was in a place to care about shoes. Or clothes. Or life in general.

“Good,” she said. “The clients are demanding, but they tip well when they’re satisfied and I make sure they always are.”

“Sounds kind of, I don’t know, mercenary.”

Maisie frowned. “Does it? Well my job is to keep them happy so they keep gambling, and that’s what I do. I won’t apologize for being good at it.”

And now I felt like a gigantic jerk. “You don’t, I do. I’m sorry for being bitchy. I guess I’m just feeling sorry for myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m not excited for you. Or proud.” It was actually the perfect job for her. “You get paid to help rich people organize outrageous things with their obnoxious money.

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