Page 122 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

“Yeah?”

“I don’t see why not.”

The young woman beamed—happy and proud at the same time. “So, when do I start?”

“Soon,” Catherine said, “but you’re going to learn before you ever get sent out on your own with a list of clients. I’m glad Cece found you, though. She has a good eye for girls that do well in this business.”

One of many things her daughter did well.

“Thank you, Cath—”

Catherine smiled, stopping the woman from saying anything more. “Regina, Jamee. It is always regina.”

Jamee nodded. “Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Catherine gestured a finger toward the door, and said, “Either Miguel, or I, will be in contact soon. You’re going to need a whole new … well, you’ll see. I think I will wait for Cece to get back from her honeymoon, but you will be well taken care of until you start pulling in money of your own. Okay?”

“Sure, yeah.”

Catherine waved her fingers. “Bye.”

Just like that, the young woman was dismissed. Thankfully, Jamee seemed to understand her place as one of the new upcoming girls for Catherine’s organization because she quickly stood from the couch, and left the hotel room without a look back.

If there was anything Catherine hated the most from a girl, it was insolence or ignorance. She blamed her mother for that. Catrina had never accepted any kind of behavior that was less than stellar from a girl—or a man, really. It kind of passed over onto Catherine because she found little to no patience for nonsense.

Tossing the tablet to the couch, Catherine leaned back, and rubbed at her temples with two fingers. Her meetings were done for the day, and now she could relax. Another couple of days, and she would be back home with her husband where she belonged.

Oh, she loved her job.

She earned this place.

She was queen.

There was still a part of her yearning to get to the place where it was just her and Cross again. Her and him without life getting in the way, and business keeping them apart for days or weeks at a time.

She didn’t think she was asking for very much.

“Regina?”

Catherine peered over at the door to find Miguel popping his head inside with a grin. “What?”

“How did that go?”

“Good.”

“Yeah?”

“Cece can find them, let me say,” Catherine murmured.

“She does have a knack for that,” Miguel agreed.

“I think I’m going to have a shower, and then call my husband. Would you mind if we went down for dinner a little later?”

Miguel cocked a brow. “You have one more meeting.”

Catherine gave the man a look. “No, I—”

“Yes, you do. One of the girls. Last minute thing.”