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“How come I always get the bill?” Gary faked offense.
“You’re older.”
“You will have to give me a few weeks,” Angelina said, handing them three new agreements.
“Same specs as last time, but mix it up. Mack will email you some pictures of the property. Whenever you are ready, let us know,” Gary agreed, scratching his signature on each one before sliding them over to Mack. His brother signed and handed them back to Angelina.
“Since I have to pick up the tab for this, I get to pick where we have lunch. You are picking up the bill for it.”
“You get two chili dogs from the gas station,” Mack laughed. “If you don’t mess with my radio on the way there, I will upgrade you to a corn dog and a candy bar for dessert.”
“Cheap ass. You do the heavy lifting for a millionaire and get chili dogs.”
“You’re worth more than I am.”
“Because I work more.”
Angelina watched in amazement as they teased each other all the way out the door. Neither one ever questioned the price. She had no doubt they looked and knew what the bill would be down to the penny. She wouldn’t put it past them to stop at the gas station for lunch.
Her phone dinged with a notification interrupting her thoughts. Picking it up, she saw it was a payment notification. Gary and Mack paid for the completed design and the correct deposit for the three they wanted. It was nice not to have to hound clients for payments. Most were prompt but not as fast as these guys. Angelina was excited anytime the phone rang, and it was them. She never knew what to expect, but it was always interesting.
Spinning in her chair, she let out a happy squeal. It was a good morning—three new contracts. Angelina had a list of people upstairs waiting for her, and she just took on three new contracts. She had more work than she knew what to do with. The joys and struggles of success. She was going to focus on the joy part and get to work. Gathering her designs and agreements, Angelina made a neat pile.
One knock and the door rolled open before she could move. The local delivery guy stood in the doorway, gawking at her. The kid gave her the skivvies. No matter her age, he visually undressed every woman he saw. The habit made Angelina want to poke his eyes out with a stick.
“Got a delivery for you, sweetheart,” he leered.
Angelina moved fast. If she went to get the delivery, he couldn’t make himself at home at her conference table.
“Thank you,” she forced a smile.
“Anytime I get to come see you is a good day,” he licked his chapped, peeling lips.
“I bet my dad is on his way home. He sends me flowers when he is heading home.” She fought the urge to throw up on the beautiful bouquet.
“Naw. They are from the lawyer. You could do better. He works too much. No way he can be home enough to give you what you need.”
Angelina swallowed hard. She was going to throw up.
“Thank you for the delivery.”
Angelina snatched the flowers out of his hand. Before he could react, she used them as a buffer between his chest and her hand. One good shove, and he was out the door.
“Have a nice drive back to town,” she growled, rolling the door shut in his face.
“Frigid bitch.”
“Yes, I am. Make sure you tell all your friends,” she called back.
Angelina waited until she heard the vehicle back out of the driveway and speed away before she took her hand off the door. She needed to call Jake. No more flowers. Her whole body shivered at the thought of getting another delivery. It made her want to take a bath. She didn’t think Clorox made a bath bomb to take yuck like that off her skin. There was no way she was wasting one of her nice-smelling ones on him. A shower with a power washer would be just fine.
Stacking her paperwork on one arm, she scrolled through her contacts until she came to Jake. Hitting the button, she clamped the phone between her ear and shoulder. She grabbed the beautiful blooms with her free hand and started up the stairs to get to work. If she were lucky, she could make a few tweaks to the first one and get started on the next person in line while she waited for the pictures.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” Jake’s frustrated voice came on the phone. “I have to take this. Hello, this is Jake.”
“Honey, I’m disappointed you didn’t program my number into your phone,” Angelina smiled.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t even look to see who was calling before I picked it up. Did you get the flowers I sent you?”
