Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Nodding as I took notes, I said, “Of course.”
Mr. Stiner stood. “Wonderful. I’m going to step out and let him step in, so the two of you can chat. Since you’ll be handling the more intimate area of the home, it’s vital you understand the client’s needs.”
I looked up at my boss in confusion. “You want me to meet with him alone in your office?”
“Yes, he requested it.”
Okay, who in the hell was this guy?
I stood. “Yes, absolutely.” I wanted to point out that I normally met with them after the initial meeting…and certainly not alone in his office, but I let it go. Was it someone my father knew?
“Okay, I’ll go get him.”
When he shut the door to his office, I exhaled a shaky breath, then started to smooth down my black pencil skirt. I had known ahead of time I would be sitting in on a meeting with a new client, so I had opted to go for a more business look. Not that I ever dressed like a bum at work.
Turning away from the door, I picked up my electronic notebook and moved to the window. Looking out over the mountains, I started to jot down some immediate ideas for how to make the home more environmentally friendly. Of course, I had no idea what type of home the client would want. Log home? Rock?
The door to Mr. Stiner’s office opened, then shut. I plastered on a smile and turned around…
Only to stare at the man standing in front of me.
When I opened my mouth, nothing came out but some weird noise.
He cleared his throat, pulled out the chair that was next to the one I’d been sitting in, and sat. Then, in that sexier-than-hell voice of his, he said, “How have you been, Rose Shaw?”
The only thing I managed to utter was one word.
“Bryson.”