*Simone*"So, without further ado, let me introduce Miss Simone Carter," Jake Owens finished his long speech about welcoming me to the team. I could feel a blush creeping up my neck and shot my friend Mandy a tense look. I was hoping that my first day at Owens Group would be a low-key affair, but that wasn't to be.The office erupted into loud applause, but I could sense that not everyone was thrilled I was there. One woman, in particular, was sneering at me. I wondered what the hell her problem was. Still, I wouldn't let her get me down. This job was my big break. I would just go about my business and kick ass at selling homes."You know Mandy, of course," Jake was saying as he walked me around the room and started introducing me to my new co-workers. The names and faces all blurred together, and I knew immediately that I would be asking people their names for at least a few weeks. Until I got to the sneering bitch from earlier, that is."This is Crystal Cope. She's one of our
*Simone* "You think this is impressive, wait until you see the inside!" Mandy laughed at me as I took in the outside of the property. Despite living in LA for several years, I'd never been to a house this large before. The only word I could think of was opulent. II was not remotely prepared for the inside, though. She opened the front door to reveal a wide, open space. From the front door, I could see to the back of the house.. Beyond that was a private beach with a killer view of the ocean. Part of me was jealous that I couldn't live there myself.In the living room, Mandy grabbed one of the remotes and pressed a button. Suddenly, shades rolled down from the ceiling to cover the windows. She grabbed another remote and a large, flat television rose up from the floor."Believe it or not," she said, "this room was specifically built for this TV.""The crazy thing is, this is just the living room. Wait 'til you see the home theater.""This isn't the theater?" I nearly ye
*Simone*"There you are, girl!" Crystal said cheerily as I walked into the office. "How did your showing go? I've been dying to hear all about it."What a fake bitch."It was wonderful," I said with a fake grin plastered on my face. It was too early in the morning for this woman to get the best of me. I wasn't going to give in."I'm so glad to hear that!" she responded with a snotty edge to her voice. "First showings are always so difficult for most people. No one would be surprised to hear that you completely f*cked it up.""No, it was fine," I said breezily, trying to hide my anxiety.I hated this situation so much. The house was gorgeous, and it could be perfect for Michael. And Michael was gorgeous, and he could be perfect for me. But my career was too important to risk for a man. Maybe that was a harsh way to look at it, but I knew I wouldn't have trouble finding someone when I was ready to settle down. Now was the time to prove myself professionally and worry about
SimoneWell f*ck. Of course Rob would be hot as shit. I was honestly baffled when he walked into the café to meet for our appointment. It was always good to meet clients in a neutral territory to get an idea of their interests and needs. Meeting in the office would be too stuffy–not to mention the potential for drama. And until I knew what kind of house Rob needed, it wouldn't make sense to meet him at a home and waste the valuable time of both of us.It was his idea to meet at the café–a chic, modern joint outside of the strip. It had a clean, nearly sterile feel to it. There wasn't much charm, but maybe that was the draw for these kind of tech guys. They weren't looking for cozy and warm; they thrived on codes, numbers, and efficiency. Everything in their life needed to match that. At least, that was my impression from the handful of Silicon Valley tycoons I'd met.Rob wasn't like that at all, though. My first thought was that he was the opposite of all of the things I'd come t
SimoneI felt the butterflies in my stomach as I pulled up to the stunning Spanish villa in the Valley. This was another one of Mandy's listings that she'd been having a hard time moving. Our firm had only recently expanded to the Valley, and most of their usual clients wanted to stay closer to the strip. Michael, however, had no real preference for location. He wanted a gorgeous house; it didn't matter where it was or how much money he had to pay. On the one hand, that was good news for me, but on the other, it made it hard to narrow down his interests. I needed to hit it out of the ballpark so I could get him in escrow.I hoped Michael would love the villa, but more importantly, I hoped he would buy any house I showed him and put me out of my misery. The sooner we had a contract signed, the sooner I could think about anything else. He'd been consuming my thoughts since the moment he pulled up at the first house, and as much as I didn't want to, I couldn't stop fantasizing about h
SimoneAs I walked into the office the next day, I felt like everyone was looking at me. It was like walking into a room and realizing that they'd just been talking about you. What could they possibly have to say? I'd been there less than a week, and I was already showing homes to two clients. Maybe I wasn't a candidate for Employee of the Month, but I wasn't doing a terrible job.I looked at Mandy, who just rolled her eyes and shook her head, trying to communicate to me that whatever was going on wasn't a big deal. Of course, that meant that something was going on. There was a heavy weight in my stomach."Hey, girl," Crystal said in that snarky voice of hers. "So brave of you to show your face today!"I rolled my eyes and sat down, shooting her a mean look."What do you mean by that?" I asked warily."Oh, just that you've been showing houses to the richest basketball player in the country, and you haven't sealed the deal yet."I felt my blood run cold, but I knew there w
SimoneHolly Malone was the only agent in the office with her broker's license, besides Jake, of course. It gave her a lot more freedom to pick and choose which houses she could sell. Technically she didn't have to work for Owen's Group, but she was a good friend of Jake's, and she brought in a lot of business. They had a mutual understanding–he never turned down any property she brought him, and she always split the commission with the firm.That's how I ended up standing in the most stunning home I'd ever seen in my life. Home wasn't the right word. It was more like a single-family hotel. It was about thirty thousand square feet and was on the market for sixty million dollars. It was hard to comprehend anyone having money like that to spend on a house.Molly was hosting an open house and all the agents in the firm were invited. More accurately, we were all politely told that our presence was mandatory. There were other agents and brokers from other firms, and it was more of a c
Simone"Oh, my God, you suck at telling stories," Mandy complained as I retold the story for the tenth time that night.The event had officially ended over an hour ago, but apparently, it was a tradition for all the agents from Owens Group to stay after an event like this for a social hour. Frankly, I was exhausted, and my feet hurt. All I wanted was to take a hot bubble bath and freak out over the events of the night by myself. These girls were not going to let me off that easily, though."Okay, so he and his bitchy girlfriend were arguing in the kitchen," Mandy said.The girls "oohed" and "ahhed" as if they hadn't already heard this. Half of them had witnessed it. I did notice with some interest, though, that Crystal had kept her mouth shut."So they're fighting and yelling, and Nick totally storms off and barrels right into Simone," Mandy said excitedly. Her hands were moving wildly as she reenacted her version of events. She was definitely hyperbolizing some things, but I