The Tycoon's Baby Revelation - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,1
cut, Sloane could see the edge of her black, lace bra, sneered in her direction. “Why don’t you just walk away now? I’m going to land this job and,” she smiled maliciously, “if I’m lucky, land Josh Starke as well.”
One of the other women, a blonde with shimmering hair and red lips, sneered at both of them. “Give it up, beeatch,” she whispered with a vicious, condescending laugh. “You don’t have what it takes to win Josh Starke’s attention,” and she lifted her hands to cup her very bodacious breasts slightly.
Two other women sitting nearby snorted and Sloane watched with crazy fascination as yet another woman unbuttoned one more button on her silk shirt.
Perhaps she should walk away, Sloane thought. The other women were all stunningly beautiful and all had amazing figures. After six months of near starvation, of giving nearly all of the food that she could afford to her younger sisters so that they could concentrate at school, Sloan looked like the homeless person that she was. Pepper might have done a good job of altering the skirt and blouse, but none of her sister’s efforts could compare to the gorgeous, expensive outfits these ladies were wearing.
Which begged the question…what was going on here? Who was Josh Starke and why were all of these women preening as if they were about to step onto a stage for a beauty contest?
Furthermore, the building was empty, without office furniture, lighting, phones, computers…or even walls! So…was this even a legitimate job? The employment agency had sent her here, explaining that this was a prime job opportunity. Sloane had been told that the company was looking a responsible administrative assistant and receptionist for a new start-up company. Receptionist duties and computer work were tasks that Sloane figured she could handle easily enough. Answering phones? Check, she could do that. Smile and greet people who came to visit? Yep, not a problem. Everything else? Well, she’d survived an illegal eviction after her mother’s sudden death, gotten her high school equivalency degree, and convinced a judge that she could support her sisters on her minimum wage, hourly income. That last claim had been an absolute lie, but so far, she’d kept her family together and her two younger sisters were…well, if not thriving, they were together. A family.
As far as Sloane was concerned, anything this Starke guy might throw at her, she could just figure it out, just as she’d done with every other miserable trial life had thrown at her over the past year.
Okay, so she’d have to get the job first.
If this even was a legitimate job. Watching the other women, Sloane was starting to doubt it.
Another woman was called back, the deep voice that called her name was rather intimidating. Sloane shifted in her chair, keeping her skirt demurely over her knees even as the others around her were perfecting their “come-hither” vibe.
Every time that deep voice called another woman back, it seemed as if his bellow was angrier than the last. Impatient bastard, she thought with increasing resentment and fear.
Even worse, she’d been told that her interview time was at two o’clock! She’d switched shifts with another person at the restaurant so that she could be here at two o’clock, thinking that this job was a real opportunity. It was now almost four o’clock! She had to be at work in thirty minutes and she didn’t think that her boss would appreciate the excuse that she was interviewing for another job as a good enough reason to be late!
The last beauty sauntered out from behind the wall and the mysterious, deep voice snapped, “Sloane Abbot!”
Sloane stood up, hitching her plastic-wannabe-leather purse higher onto her shoulder. The other candidates had carried leather briefcases, most of them holding an elaborate day planner in their arms. They’d all looked professional and amazing! Sloane felt and looked like a candidate for…nothing. She looked horrible compared to the other beauties this man had interviewed today, but she lifted her chin and stepped behind the wall.
“Sit down!” the tall, terrifyingly large man snapped, rubbing the bridge of his nose and sipped coffee out of a ceramic mug.
Sloane sat on the metal folding chair, perching on the edge as if she knew that she’d be tossed out in a moment. When that happened, she wanted to be ready, although she’d love to come up with some perfectly succinct comment about the tardiness of this interview and how rude he was. He might look like a Greek god,