“That’s just like Isla not to say,” he mutters, “But I was so glad to hear your name when it popped up in conversation. I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other. Come on, take a seat.”I follow him to a small table that already has a coffee cup waiting.Excitedly, Chris dives in
Fiona“You would be entering data, filing papers, scheduling appointments, maintaining records, and helping everything run smoothly,” Chris explains. “At my company we work with charity organizations as well, so you may work some weekends or nights to help with events. In fact, we’re currently worki
“Are you in contact with him now?” He asks again.“Now?” I ask, glancing down at my phone. “Not at the moment, but I saw him two hours ago.”Mr. Adair narrows his eyes a bit, rests his elbows on his desk, and steeples his fingers. His stare settles on me and sends a wave of discomfort through me. Ha
FionaShock jolts through me.“I’m alone, Ethan. What’s going on?” I ask, biting back on my irritation. Why is he yelling at me? I didn’t do anything to make him angry… did I?“Come to Silverclaw, now,” he orders then hangs up. I stare at my black screen for a minute, a terrible twisting feeling tak
“You’re fired.”Two words and the woman falls to her knees.“Please, Eth—”“Mr. Montgomery,” I say. Both of their gazes snap up in my direction- hers with an angry sneer and his with a smirk.“M-Mr. Montgomery, please don’t fire me,” she pleads, looking back to him now.Ethan turns to his desk, igno
Jack“Mr. Aldridge, you’d do well to cease and desist trying to seize Mrs. Aldridge’s inheritance. We will be proceeding with submitting Mrs. Aldridge’s late mother’s will if you do not relinquish the outlined portion of your assets as stated in the divorce settlement,” a lawyer drones. I grit my te
“What were you thinking?!” Ethan’s voice finally penetrates the cloud of fear, and I look up at him. He pulls me out of the car, searching for injuries. “Why don’t you take better care of yourself?”Anger and worry mix in his tone which makes me feel funny. Is he mad at me?“I was worried about hitt
FionaRyan chuckles at my question like it’s the funniest thing ever.“Well, maybe some people have very good eyesight, but that’s not important,” he says. “We’re here.”Thank God.Climbing out of the car, I thank them both before rushing to the front door of the small house my mom left me. I couldn