“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
“Yes, but why were you at the clubhouse?” I ask. Maybe this is pushing too far, but if he was set to show up today, I would have liked to be mentally prepared. For him to just show up out of the blue has me reeling.“Amber invited me,” Miles says. “I assumed that neither you nor Hugo would mind my p
Being jumped in my own place of employment by a group of drunk golfers wasn’t on my bingo card for the day, yet here I am all the same, facing clubs and fists. All because I wouldn’t let them humiliate my employees and humiliated them instead – by being better at golf.If they were sober, they would
The last one left, the leader, seems nervous now, his eyes wide. His golf club shakes in his hand.When Miles starts toward him, he immediately drops his club. “I’m sorry! I give up!”Miles huffs a sharp breath at him, unimpressed, then turns his back to walk toward me. Behind him, the leader bends