Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“Cool, isn’t it?” Kate asks. She’d taken me up to the next floor. There is another set of glass offices up here, but when you step out, you look down into the bullpen below.
“It’s a really nice setup,” I admit. This place seems to have a relaxed vibe. People doing their own things or working together. “But I don’t even know what you all do here.” Kate lets out a laugh.
“Right, sorry.” She shakes her head. “Eros created ClickIT.”
“The website app thing?” That has been around for at least ten years, I’d guess.
“That’s the one.”
“Wow.” ClickIT is a website where you can compare prices from various vendors to find the best deal on items. It’s a highly used tool when shopping by consumers.
Product prices often fluctuate due to factors such as your location and unscrupulous companies. ClickIt bounced IPs or something. I'm not sure how exactly that works. Computers have never been my thing. I have used the site before. It also provides reliable coupon codes, eliminating the need for you to search for random ones online.
“There are some people here that work on ClickIt full time while others work on newer projects. Ideas they come up with on their own or ones that have been pitched or sold to us. We frequently sell some of our own ideas, and occasionally a company will have an idea that they wish to retain, but they want Eros to oversee it and provide feedback on how it could be improved. He is the best in the business. Some would even call him a genius.”
“So you make some and just sell them?”
“I think Eros's mind is always going. I swear random things catch his attention. It might be something he’s not interested in but thinks would be useful to someone else, and he’ll just go from there. When he’s done, he kind of loses interest and doesn't want to keep it up, so he’ll sell it off.”
“Just like that?” I snap my fingers. “He loses interest.” Yeah, out of all Kate has told me, that’s what caught my attention.
“I mean, he’s toyed with the idea of selling ClickIt, but I think this place gives him roots.” I simply nod, unsure of what more I can add.
“And what am I going to be doing here?”
“Eros and I haven’t gotten too deep into it.” Kate starts walking, so I follow alongside her. “There are some other small projects he plays with.” She pauses. “Okay, small as in effort but not cost,” she corrects. “Investment of other random things. Like I said, whatever catches his eye—and he has a good eye. If Eros locks in on anything, it’s going to be gold.”
My lucky color.
“New girl,” a guy calls from the bullpen.
“It’s Lev,” Kate shouts back.
“I’m Jack.” A few other people turn from the table they’ve all been standing around that has tablets and large stacks of papers on it. There is even a giant board they rolled out with a bunch of things tacked to it.
“It’s nice to meet you.” I shake his hand, and everyone else introduces themselves.
"You called boss man an asshole and told him ‘fuck you’?" Jack asks eagerly, while everyone else is grinning.
“A small misunderstanding.”
“Damn, girl, I don’t want to see you when there's a big misunderstanding.” They all laugh.
"Eros may be laid back, but I could never." Emily shakes her head.
"Right," Jack agrees. "But if pushed, we all know Eros would lay down the law." They all nod in agreement.
"Well, maybe someone else did push." Max comes over, sitting down with his laptop. "He's in a mood right now." We all turn and look toward his office, but the blinds are still closed, as is his door.
"I'll go check on him," Kate says. "Be right back." I nod.
"If anyone can handle him, it's Kate," Jack informs me. "Are you going to tell us how you know Eros?"
Shit, I'm not sure I want to do that.
"Leave her alone," a redhead says, pushing Jack to the side. "I'm Julie."
"Nice to meet you."
“It’s wonderful to meet you too. Sorry about that.” She’d been with Max in the doorway when I called Eros an asshole.
“No worries.” Her eyes roam me up and down. “I like your style.”
“Oh.” I glance down at myself. I feel a bit plain today, but maybe it’s not for others. “Thanks. I wasn’t sure what to wear.”
“Everyone does their own thing here.” I noticed. I've seen everything from people in full suits to a girl in yoga pants.
“Want to take a peek at what I’m working on?”
“Sure,” I agree. “Not sure how much I can help.”
“Just tell me if you do or don’t like something, and if you’ve got a suggestion, pop that in too.”
“Sounds easy,” I agree.
“Brutally honest, okay? That’s how we make shit happen.” That’s one thing I definitely can be.