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“No problem.” She gestures towards the computer screen.
"Press the arrow at the top to navigate through the files and use the heart icon to add candidates to your pool."
"Got it," I nod.
She heads over to a small fridge, and I immediately start reviewing the files. As I read through the information for the first candidate, Gail returns and places a bottle of water on my desk.
"When you're ready, just ring the bell," she says, pointing to a black and silver one on her desk.
"I will," I reply, already engrossed in my task.
As she closes the door behind her, I refocus on the files. Five down, only one potential candidate so far. She has shoulder-length brown hair and piercing green eyes. At five foot eight inches tall, she's not a bad match for my own six-foot-five frame.
After flipping through seven more files, I come across the next one that knocks the wind out of me. “It can't be her,” I whisper.
My fingers trace over her face on the screen as I mutter her name under my breath. "Kinsley."
I read her file four times, then quickly take photos of each page with my phone. Frustrated, I run my fingers through my inky black hair as I pace around the office.
You’re supposed to stay away from her. There’s no way I can. Not anymore.
I storm towards the door and pull it open.
"Gail," I shout.
A few heads turn in the lobby and a woman from across the hall pops out of her office. "Is everything okay, Mr. Pitucco?"
Putting on a fake smile, I try to reassure her. "Yes, everything is fine. I forgot to ring the bell."
She smiles back at me.
Gail hurries over. "Myra, everything is under control."
She leads me into her office. "Is something wrong, Mr. Pitucco?"
“No, no. I got a little excited. I found a match.”
She claps her hands. “That’s great.”
I return to my seat and turn the laptop to face her as she sinks into her chair.
“We need to redo the terms,” I tell her.
She taps away on the keys.
“Also, wait two days before you call her. I have to work a few things out first.”
She smiles. “No problem. I’m ready to make the adjustments to the terms.”
“Add children. I want her to carry my children.”
Gail’s eyes slowly meet mine. “This is a short-term contract.”
“Not anymore.” I smirk.
That evening, I call my team over and put them to work.
Cylinder walks into the garage. We call him that because the guy is solid muscle.
