caught the evil teasing glint in his eye.
“I don’t need his job, or his money,” she’d replied, tossing her hair back.
She was counting on finishing the Frasier job soon, which would mean she’d get paid and have some cash to play with for the next little while. But on Friday, she learned that the stone masons she’d contracted to lay the patio at the Frasier home weren’t able to get there until the end of next week. Which probably really meant the beginning of the week after. Which meant that everything else had to be put on hold while they waited for that to be done, which meant that getting paid for completing that job was still many weeks away.
Shatner.
Flo popped her head into Sasha’s office. “I’m really sorry to bother you with this,” she began. “But the printer’s not working again. The repair guy came and…” She hesitated. “He was a little snarky about how long it took to pay him last time, but he said he can’t fix it anyway. We need a new printer.”
Sasha stared at her. “You’re kidding me.”
“I’m not. I know those printers are expensive, but you kind of have to have one to print off drawings. If it was just invoices we could get something cheap at Wal-Mart, but…”
“I know.” Sasha rubbed her forehead. “I know. Okay, I’ll get on that.”
Flo paused. “Things gonna be okay?”
“Yes! Of course.”
“Because, no offense, I love you and all, but I can’t work for nothing.”
“I know! It’s not that bad, Flo.” It almost was, but she didn’t want Flo walking out. “Don’t worry, I’ve got some things lined up.” Not.
And then she got a call from a supplier tactfully inquiring about when they might expect payment for the materials she’d purchased from them for the Eckhart job for which she was never going to see a dime.
Humiliation burning inside her, she promised them a payment Monday morning and then laid her head down on her desk. She’d never in her life had to deal with that kind of phone call and it was mortifying. Even worse, there were other suppliers she also owed money to, and if she didn’t make some payments fast, her reputation was going to be in shreds and then finding work would be even harder.
With a groan, she reached for the business card tucked under her computer keyboard. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she gazed at Jack’s name. CEO of Anzen Security, the company name in large, scarlet font. She turned the card over and saw his cell phone number scrawled there in a backhanded style that reminded her he was left-handed. For some reason she’d always found that very sexy.
Sexy? Gah! She should not be thinking about sexy, she should be thinking about money and all the millions of dollars Jack apparently had. Holy Shatner. She could do a few designs and in a matter of days have a check in her hands as a down payment for what would be a very large job.
In fact, she would be asking for a bigger down payment than she usually did. Not that she didn’t trust Jack, but she’d learned that lesson. And, well, she wasn’t sure if she trusted Jack. He was, after all, a virtual stranger now.
She was being ridiculous about this. It was a job, with a wealthy businessman who had money to spend and wanted to hire her. No going through the whole proposal thing and all that work and then having him choose someone else.
It was too easy and she was crazy to turn it down.
She picked up the phone and punched in his cell phone number.
“Jack Grenville.”
“Jack. Hi. It’s Sasha.”
His crisp tone immediately softened. “Sasha. Hi. I’m happy to hear from you.”
“Um. Good.”
“I hope it’s good news.”
“Well, I guess it is.” Nerves tightened in her stomach. What if he’d changed his mind? “If you’re still interested in having a rooftop garden designed and built, I’ve decided I’m interested in doing it after all.” She seized onto an idea. “A bit of a hole came up in my schedule due to a contractor
“I don’t need his job, or his money,” she’d replied, tossing her hair back.
She was counting on finishing the Frasier job soon, which would mean she’d get paid and have some cash to play with for the next little while. But on Friday, she learned that the stone masons she’d contracted to lay the patio at the Frasier home weren’t able to get there until the end of next week. Which probably really meant the beginning of the week after. Which meant that everything else had to be put on hold while they waited for that to be done, which meant that getting paid for completing that job was still many weeks away.
Shatner.
Flo popped her head into Sasha’s office. “I’m really sorry to bother you with this,” she began. “But the printer’s not working again. The repair guy came and…” She hesitated. “He was a little snarky about how long it took to pay him last time, but he said he can’t fix it anyway. We need a new printer.”
Sasha stared at her. “You’re kidding me.”
“I’m not. I know those printers are expensive, but you kind of have to have one to print off drawings. If it was just invoices we could get something cheap at Wal-Mart, but…”
“I know.” Sasha rubbed her forehead. “I know. Okay, I’ll get on that.”
Flo paused. “Things gonna be okay?”
“Yes! Of course.”
“Because, no offense, I love you and all, but I can’t work for nothing.”
“I know! It’s not that bad, Flo.” It almost was, but she didn’t want Flo walking out. “Don’t worry, I’ve got some things lined up.” Not.
And then she got a call from a supplier tactfully inquiring about when they might expect payment for the materials she’d purchased from them for the Eckhart job for which she was never going to see a dime.
Humiliation burning inside her, she promised them a payment Monday morning and then laid her head down on her desk. She’d never in her life had to deal with that kind of phone call and it was mortifying. Even worse, there were other suppliers she also owed money to, and if she didn’t make some payments fast, her reputation was going to be in shreds and then finding work would be even harder.
With a groan, she reached for the business card tucked under her computer keyboard. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she gazed at Jack’s name. CEO of Anzen Security, the company name in large, scarlet font. She turned the card over and saw his cell phone number scrawled there in a backhanded style that reminded her he was left-handed. For some reason she’d always found that very sexy.
Sexy? Gah! She should not be thinking about sexy, she should be thinking about money and all the millions of dollars Jack apparently had. Holy Shatner. She could do a few designs and in a matter of days have a check in her hands as a down payment for what would be a very large job.
In fact, she would be asking for a bigger down payment than she usually did. Not that she didn’t trust Jack, but she’d learned that lesson. And, well, she wasn’t sure if she trusted Jack. He was, after all, a virtual stranger now.
She was being ridiculous about this. It was a job, with a wealthy businessman who had money to spend and wanted to hire her. No going through the whole proposal thing and all that work and then having him choose someone else.
It was too easy and she was crazy to turn it down.
She picked up the phone and punched in his cell phone number.
“Jack Grenville.”
“Jack. Hi. It’s Sasha.”
His crisp tone immediately softened. “Sasha. Hi. I’m happy to hear from you.”
“Um. Good.”
“I hope it’s good news.”
“Well, I guess it is.” Nerves tightened in her stomach. What if he’d changed his mind? “If you’re still interested in having a rooftop garden designed and built, I’ve decided I’m interested in doing it after all.” She seized onto an idea. “A bit of a hole came up in my schedule due to a contractor
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