Taming the Carefree Billionaire - Marie Higgins Page 0,8
many websites, but she clicked the one for Napa Valley Wineries. The Powers’ winery was the current leader in the United States for that particular industry. Many photos were of the winery and vineyard, and Thomas was in a few of them. He was a good-looking guy, but his superior attitude was a total turn-off. She loathed men like that, him in particular.
And speaking of vineyards...
She closed out the website and returned to the project she’d been working on. One of the pictures that she adjusted on the page was of a vineyard as flames burned the field. Although it broke her heart to see all of the owner’s hard work destroyed, she had to admit the picture she had taken was pretty darn good. The flames nearly jumped off the photo.
The winery in Green Valley had just opened. The hot summer had taken its toll on the field and somehow caught fire. Police had blamed it on the heat, yet Morgan wasn’t as convinced it was nature related. A few months ago, another vineyard had caught on fire, but thankfully, the owners of the land had contained it before the fire department arrived. The police had blamed it on the heat too, however, she recalled having to wear a jacket that day she went to take pictures because there was a nip in the air. Not to mention, another vineyard across the state also burst into flames. Coincidence? She thought not.
The only good thing about these newsworthy fires was that Morgan and Joslyn were the first on the scene to take pictures and get interviews. Thanks to Joslyn’s police-scanner, The Tribute was making its way to the top of the popular tabloid’s list. Joslyn’s firecracker attitude was being noticed. That journalist would do anything for a great story. Morgan would have to watch and learn.
As she continued formatting the page with the pictures she’d taken, her mind wandered for a moment. She’d been working for The Tribute as their photographer for four years, and in the last nine months, she’d considered turning her career toward reporting. She watched her coworker so much and thought that kind of work would be interesting and challenging. Of course, in Joslyn’s case, her articles weren’t much more than a question and answer session. Morgan wanted to dig deep into untold stories. She’d always been a why type of woman, and she loved researching people that would help her to understand what made them the way they were.
Another reason she needed to rethink her career was because she wasn’t earning enough money. The mortgage company was threatening foreclosure on her parents’ home, and Morgan couldn’t let that happen. There were too many memories in the house where four children had been raised, and a couple who’d been married for nearly fifty years. Morgan was the youngest child, and yet, she made more money than her other siblings who tried to help their parents best they could.
The day had passed quickly, and soon it was four-thirty. Thankfully, she’d completed her assignments. She glanced at Joslyn. The poor woman was moping around and constantly glancing at her phone.
Morgan shook her head. It appeared that Joslyn’s heartthrob, Thomas Powers, hadn’t called yet. Silently, Morgan chuckled to herself, feeling sorry for her friend. As many times as Joslyn had tried to get an interview with him, just as many times it had gone belly up.
Joslyn walked to her desk and pulled out the bottom drawer. She lifted her black leather purse out and closed the drawer. “Hey, do you want to go for drinks later?”
Morgan arched an eyebrow. “Seriously? It’s Monday, or have you forgotten? We both have to work tomorrow.”
Groaning, Joslyn sat on the edge of her desk. “I can’t believe he didn’t call. His secretary promised,” she whined.
“Maybe he’s busy.” Morgan turned off her computer. “Why don’t you get in touch with Darion Powers again? He’s more reliable, anyway.”
Joslyn frowned. “If I don’t hear from Thomas tomorrow by lunchtime, I will call Darion’s secretary. I’m surprised they don’t want more publicity for their winery.”
Morgan walked with Joslyn out of the building and toward the parking lot. Joslyn sighed heavily – and loudly.
“I just can’t believe he didn’t call.”
“Jos, don’t get hung up on this guy.” Morgan bumped her shoulder against her friend’s shoulder. “He’s irresponsible and has an ego problem, remember? I don’t think you’ll get a straight answer out of him except – Hey Sweetie, you sure look hot tonight.” Morgan imitated a male voice.