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“Be my fake girlfriend, Mace. Do it so my dad doesn’t end up firing me and I don’t get put in jail. Because I can promise you, if any of those assholes come near you, especially Schmidt, I'm going to end up in jail.”
“Fine. I’ll be your fake girlfriend.” I roll my eyes, trying to keep some of the walls I’ve built around my heart standing. I swear every time he’s sweet and caring, another brick or two crumbles to the ground. I need to watch myself or I’ll be left without any defenses around him.
“Should we kiss on it?” He smirks.
Oh, my Lanta! Yes, please!
“Not a chance, buddy.” I pat him on the chest. “I need to go talk to the hot Powell. I want to know numbers here!”
“The hot Powell? Are you seriously saying my dad is hotter than me?” He rears back and stares at me in horror.
“Hotter? I'm not sure, but there’s no denying that man is hot. Does he wear reading glasses yet? Because I'm fairly certain he’d be super sexy in reading glasses.”
“And just like that, I'm breaking his reading glasses,” Cord mutters under his breath, making me laugh.
“So, the salary is-”
“Nope! You need to write it down and slide it across the desk all cool like.” I hold my hands up to stop him from talking.
“Seriously?” Jerry glances from me to Owen and back again.
Owen chuckles and sits back in his chair. He eyes me with entertainment before motioning to me. “Give the woman what she wants.”
Jerry rolls his eyes and scribbles something onto a piece of paper and tries to slide it across the table.
“No! You didn’t even flip it over! I'm not supposed to see it right away,” I huff. I wish Jerry wasn’t here. Owen would do it the right way.
“Holy shit, can I take away some just because she’s being difficult?”
“Nah, I think you should give her more!” Owen laughs even harder. “Add another zero.”
“Yeah, I'm not doing that. The last thing I need is your employees thinking if they’re sassy they’ll get more money.”
Jerry flips the paper over and slides it over. I lift the paper high enough to see the salary and I almost choke on my own saliva. That’s almost double what I was making at the public relations company I worked for.
“Hmm, I guess I could make this work.” I tap on my chin like I'm really thinking things over.
“Oh my gosh. Give me the stupid paper.” Owen snatches it out of my hand and crosses off what Jerry wrote. He scribbles out his own number before flipping the paper over and sending it sailing across the table to me. “That’s my final offer.”
I lift the paper again and actually choke on air. There’s no way he’s serious. This is double what Jerry wrote.
“Owen, that’s too much,” I say softly.
“Nope. That’s your salary. Now, sign the damn papers so I can stop seeing that hopeful look on my son’s face.” He shakes his head in disappointment at Cord who’s standing near the window of the conference room. “Why’s he even over here? He should be training.”
Jerry alters the salary on the stack of documents in front of him. He stands and moves to my side of the table.
“I need you to sign here.” He points to one place and I quickly sign my name in big swooping letters. “Initial here… And sign here and here.” As soon as I'm done, he returns to his chair and carefully tucks everything into a big folder. “Congratulations. You’re officially paid way more than you should be.”
I wait for Jerry to leave before I turn my attention back to Owen. He’s watching me with a smirk playing on his lips. I wish I knew what he was thinking.
“How much more am I paying you than your last job?”
“Eh, three to four times the salary.” I shrug. “I told you it was too much.”
“That means it was too much when Jerry offered you his salary.” Owen raises a brow at me.
“Yeah, I was just screwing with him. I didn’t expect you to jump in there. This isn't really my fault. You need to learn self-control.”
