Miss Taken Identity

Chloe

Running late to get back to my nowhere and nothing life after dropping out of college, I almost miss my flight home.

But luck’s on my side, and I find myself getting on board and being bumped up to first class.

Sweet. I figure it’s just to fill a seat until I realize their mistake.

Being called by another name, I quickly overlook their error. I vow to enjoy myself before I’m given the bill or, worse, sent back to cattle class.

But the first-class treatment doesn’t end there.

Whoever it is, they think I am has an appointment for today. A very special appointment by the look of things.

The limousine ride to the newest luxury hotel sees me starting to panic.

No way could I afford to repay any of this now. It’s gone on long enough, and I have to come clean.

Don’t I?

I figure I do until the man who I’m supposed to be meeting shows up.

Not just any man, mind you, but the single, sexiest man alive is who.

Apart from being half as old as he is, plus a few pounds heavier than my resume says, I think I’m here for a job interview.

But from knowing nothing about what that even means, I wonder if a successful guy, an older, more mature guy, could really go for a younger, thick-set girl like myself?

Hell, even if the job’s only licking stamps or anything else in his office, I’m sure I could do it.

After five minutes in his company, I feel like I could do anything he asks of me. And I mean anything!

Xander

I’ve given half my life to someone else. Made him a fortune in the process too.

As if he needs it.

Running the leading global chain of hotels is all I know. It’s all I am. At least, that’s what I’ve told myself all these years.

That hard work and ‘stuff’ really does mean something.

But what is there to go home to? What am I doing all this for? Is it just for me?

Is it just for Condor Hotels?

It’s the end of the week, but I have one last thing to do. A new head of accounting is due to fly in for her final interview.

Old man Condor dragged her up from somewhere, deciding she’s the one for the job in his own special way.

But something doesn’t add up.

I’m due to meet a Ms. De Laurent at the new Condor Hotel in an hour, but she’s on the phone saying she won’t be there.

There’s only one way to get to the bottom of this. I need to see for myself who exactly is there pretending to be someone else.

But the imposter isn’t just somebody. She’s fucking perfect.

Is it just a simple case of mistaken identity, or is this what I’ve been waiting for?

Fate. Destiny. Whatever you want to call it – bringing us together.

She's half as old as she’s supposed to be and about an eleven on the Richter scale of shockwaves running through my pants. I’d say she’s got the job.

Can’t do the job? Not sure if you’re a good fit? Well, let’s try and find at least one thing you’re good at and start from there.