Mr. Big Shot: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (Kinda Cocky Book 1), стр. 22
I nodded. “Okay. Um, it sounds really promising. What do I have to do from here?”
He chuckled. “That’s the thing. I’m calling because I already pitched it to the employer, and they’re interested in an interview sometime this week.”
I almost choked. “This week? Wait, are you serious?”
“I’m dead serious. The position has to be filled as quickly as possible, so they want to push things forward. When are you free this week?”
I snickered. “I’m unemployed. I’m free anytime.”
“Well, are you free this afternoon?”
I looked down at my robe as my unwashed hair sat on top of my head. “Maybe not today. What about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow morning would work. How does eight sound?”
I smiled. “Eight is perfect.”
I heard him typing away. “Wonderful. And, like I said, they’re very motivated to hire because they’ve got some big projects coming up and there’s no one to answer the phones or keep everyone on track. You highlighted those in your application as two big things you do well, so this should go very well for you.”
I was still in shock. “Thank you. I--I can’t thank you enough for this.”
“No, no. Thank you. I didn’t think I’d find anyone up to par to fill this position. Oh, just to ask so I don’t assume-- if they hire you, when can you start?”
I shrugged. “Whenever they need me.”
“So, if they offered you the job tomorrow and needed you to work tomorrow as well, you could do that?”
My heart slammed against my chest. Was that possible? Because it felt much too good to be true.
“Yes. I’d be more than up to that task,” I said.
“Perfect! I’m sending everything over to the employer now. You’ll get an email in your inbox from me with the address and the time of your interview. I wish you the best of luck!”
Then, the recruiter hung up on me, leaving me standing in my kitchen, dazed, confused, and excited beyond belief.
For once, there was a light at the end of that seemingly endless tunnel.
12
Zane
One Day Later
My fingers clicked away on my keyboard as I solidified my deal with Mrs. Daily. A grin spread across my face as I sent off my last email to her, signaling the end of our deal. The paperwork had been signed, Mr. Walsh was out of the picture, and I had struck the best deal on the face of this planet for a prime piece of property.
While still giving the client what they wanted.
Well, Mrs. Daily wasn’t technically my client. But, I thought of her as one. Once I got Mr. Walsh to step off to the side, it had been smooth-sailing. And I got to learn about why she was selling her business in the first place. Despite her age, she seemed very spry. However, her husband had fallen ill, and she could no longer keep the business running as usual. I felt for her story, and I certainly didn’t want to screw her over. If that was the last leg of the race she’d ever have with her husband still alive, I wanted to make sure the time they spent together was comfortable.
So, I offered her fifty grand over her asking price.
It might sound like a lot of money to most, but I’d easily make that money back plus some with the renovations and the flipping of that establishment. Vegas real estate--especially real estate so close to the Strip--was in high demand. The money Stonewater Realty brought in every month was seventy percent flat-out sales and thirty percent rental fees.
And we only had six rental properties.
Leaning back in my chair, I sighed with relief. Another job down, so now it was time to start on the next project. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath, taking a couple of minutes to center myself before I sat back up again. I had some time to work on my passion project, so I switched over to my laptop. I opened it up and listened to the morning chime as I waited for the thing to load.
Time to branch out.
Vegas was becoming crowded with wanna-be hot-shots like Mr. Walsh, who wanted to come at us with personal vendettas in order to make a name for themselves. And while Brenden had no interest in branching our company out past Vegas, I knew that was simply foolish. Companies either had to evolve with the times, or they’d get drowned in the race. That was business. It was one of the first things I ever learned from my father.
Move or be moved.
His voice rang out in my head as I pulled up the prospective properties surrounding Vegas. The rental market was a strong one. A lucrative one. And while I enjoyed snatching up properties and reselling them to others, that got old after a while. The idea of managing multiple rentals and bringing in that monthly residual income really appealed to me. Mostly, because it was much more hands-off than what Brenden and I did now.
Which might free up some time for me down the road.
What the hell requires you to free up time?
I pushed the thought away from my mind as my fingers started flying across the keyboard. One day, I didn’t want to be a workaholic. One day, I actually wanted to look at my father and point out how we were different instead of the same. One day, I wanted to look at myself in the mirror and see a man who was happy with his life instead of the man I saw now.
But, a knock came at my door, ripping me from my trance.
“Come in, Brenden.”
The door whipped open. “How’d you know it was me?”
I looked up at him. “You’re the only one stupid enough to interrupt me in the middle of my workday.”
He grinned. “Just wanted to make sure you spotted the last-minute addition to your calendar.”
“Yes. I saw where you snuck an interview into my schedule without asking.”
“Oh, come on. You’ve been bitching up a storm because you don’t have a