you were a fulltime student. I’m not really sure that this is the best fit,” Ryan said, using the sympathetic smile that he’d perfected for potential clients that he didn’t want to work with.
“For the past six years I’ve been raising my son, but I’ve also been working as an office manager for an insurance agency,” she rushed to explain.
“Then why isn’t it listed on your resume?”
There was a slight hesitation and then…
“Because the company belongs to my ex-husband’s family,” she admitted, as her shoulders slumped in defeat.
“What’s the name of the company?”
“I’d rather not say,” Casey said, struggling to meet his gaze only to end up staring down at her hands.
“I’m afraid that I’m going to need a reference,” Ryan said, as her son stepped out of the bathroom, eyes still glued to the floor.
“I’m done, mommy,” Chance said, risking a glance up at him only stare back down at his feet.
“Perfect timing,” Casey said with a warm smile for the little boy as she reluctantly got to her feet. “We’re all done here.”
“Did you get the job?” the little boy asked, risking a glance up to send his mom a hopeful look as Ryan got to his feet.
“No, I didn’t, but that’s okay. We’ll keep looking,” she reassured the little boy before she glanced back at him. “Thank you for your time.”
“You’re welcome,” Ryan said, gesturing to the door, “Let me walk you out.”
“Thank you,” Casey said, as she took the little boy’s hand and led him out of his office.
Nodding absently, Ryan followed her out and nearly groaned when he saw the mess waiting for him. There were files covering the receptionist’s desk, the mail was piling up, and he hadn’t had a chance to return any calls or check his emails in over a week. He should have taken Kylie up on her offer to help him before she went on her honeymoon. He was going to have to call the temp agency and see if they had anyone that could fix this mess.
If he was lucky, they’d be able to send someone over in the-
“But I’m hungry, mommy,” the little boy whispered, drawing Ryan’s attention up to find a blush creep up Casey’s neck as she continued to lead the little boy towards the door.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile as Ryan ran his gaze over the little boy, noting the neatly combed hair, the clothes that were too big for him, worn, and faded in some places, clean, and-
“Be here by eight,” Ryan said, returning his attention back to the mess that was going to have to wait until tomorrow for his new assistant.
Well, that was Devastated. I hope you enjoyed it and that you were able to fall in love with Kylie and Hunter like I did. If you have a moment and would like to leave a review, I would truly appreciate it.
Thank you for everything,
R.L.
A Look at Furious…
The Next Anger Management Novel
Chapter 1
Emerald, Florida
Sloane pulled the lollipop out of her mouth with a soft pop as she leaned forward and whispered to the woman who was a cross between Mary Poppins and the Pillsbury Dough Boy, “She seems really nervous about something, doesn’t she?”
The Mary Poppins/Pillsbury Dough Boy straightened to her impressive height of five-foot-one and with a huff, put her nose up in the air as she pointedly ignored Sloane. Not that Sloane could blame the woman. With the insane amount of money that was being offered for this particular job she was willing to overlook the fact that their potential employer, a woman in her mid-thirties, wearing a rather tasteful suit, and who seemed unable to move from her spot in the doublewide driveway, had apologized a grand total of twenty-three times for a man that none of them had met yet.
“Again, I’d like to apologize for how we’re doing this interview today,” Mrs. Harris said, bringing the number of apologies to a grand total of twenty-four.
Two of the other four women applying for the position looked nervous while the other two looked absolutely terrified.
That was good…very good.
If Mrs. Harris was able to scare off two of them, Sloane was sure that she could help the other two come to a similar decision. She’d pretty much do whatever it took to get this job. Well, almost anything. She did have lines that she never crossed. She would never kiss anyone’s ass, put out for a job, or cut corners in patient care.
Patients were a job,