“Is this the woman you were telling me about, Mr. Carver?” Hugo asks, while I’m frozen in shock looking at him.He’s around my age, dressed well in a cashmere sweater and dark pants. His blonde hair is cut short and perfectly styled. His eyes are the color of warm chocolate that, coupled with his so
“Now,” I say, once we are settled. “Tell me what you envision for your event.”“I’m not terribly particular about it, honestly,” Hugo says. “Mr. Carver talked me up back there, but truly, an event like your regular golf tournaments would be fine. We’ll have roughly a hundred people. I can provide an
Surprised as I am by Hugo’s request, I have no reason to refuse, so I don’t.For the next week, behind the scenes, I plan Hugo’s event. He sends the guest list over as requested. Aside from one shellfish allergy, the list itself is fairly straightforward. I recognize many of the names as anchors of
“Arguing, more like,” I say.“Any exchange of words is a good one, per their mother.”I hum. “You are a good man, to try to accommodate them.”“It’s for their mother’s sake.” He laughs lightly. “I’m no hero, Esther. Not in this. I just want to stay on their mother’s good side.”“Who is their mother?
“This chick actually thinks she can win?” one of the guests snickers as I head back to the golf cart where Hugo sits behind the wheel. “Honey, prepare to have your mind blown.”When I sit in the passenger side, Hugo glances at me. “You’ve picked a… different way of handling this.”“Without security,
I motion toward them now. “As per our challenge, you will now apologize to these country club employees and then see yourselves off the premises without further issue.”“Now, see hear,” said the loudest of the rude guests.Hugo comes to stand beside me. Crossing his arms, he glares at each of the gu
Nerves rising, I wait for Hugo to explain the stakes of his proposed competition. This is a new side of him that I haven’t seen before, a tiny edge that likely rarely sees the surface. He must be somewhat cutthroat though, to succeed with his news network as much as he has.“If you win,” Hugo says,
My words shock Hugo. He doesn’t say anything at first, just gapes at me like I’ve grown a second head. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting my reply.“I want to be a reporter for Harbinger News Network…” I say, making things clear. The job I want is not just as a receptionist or a cleaner or anything like