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“All I’m trying to do is put myself through college.”
“And what are you going to college for?”
“Marketing. I have no boyfriend, no job. Oh God, my life is falling apart.” She placed her face in her hands. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to?—”
“No. No. It’s okay. I believe this is fate.”
“Fate? What is fate?”
“Us meeting. You need a job, and I need a sales associate for my shop.”
I told her about Curated Chaos. She was excited, so I hired her on the spot. Tonight, I’d make a breakup box for her and give it to her tomorrow.
When the cab pulled up to our building, I climbed out and saw Damien standing outside, talking to a young man.
“You’re home.” He smiled. “Willa, I’d like you to meet Vince. Vince, this is my wife, Willa.”
“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”
“Never call me ma’am.” I shook his hand. “Willa is fine.”
“Vince is your new driver,” Damien said.
“What?” My eyes widened.
“He’s your new driver, and this beauty is your new Escalade. I don’t want you riding in cabs or taking the subway anymore.”
“What about Louis?”
“He’s my driver.” Damien smirked. “And Vince is your driver. That way, you’ll always have someone to drive you and the baby around when I’m at work. He’ll also be your assistant and do anything you need him to do. Isn’t that right, Vince?” He placed his hand on his shoulder.
“That’s right.” Vince nodded.
“Okay then. Be here tomorrow morning at ten a.m. I have some shopping to do. I can already tell we’re going to be besties.” I hugged him.
“I’ll see you then, Willa.”
“He seems nice.” I smiled, hooking my arm around Damien’s as we walked into the building.
“He does. His references are excellent.”
“I hired someone today for the shop,” I said, stepping into the elevator.
“You did? Who?”
“Her name is Grace Meadows. I was having tea at a café and she was sitting at a nearby table crying into her coffee, so I walked over and asked if she was okay.”
The elevator door opened. Stepping into the foyer, I set my purse down.
“What was wrong with her?” Damien asked.
“Her boyfriend broke up with her, and she got fired from Saks on the same day. Poor girl. She was such a mess.”
“Why would you hire someone who got fired? I hope it wasn’t for stealing.”
“Damien.” My brows furrowed. “One of the elite snobs in this city was rude to her, and she’d had enough. So, she said something to her, and her boss fired her. I can relate to that. She’s just a girl who’s trying to put herself through college and needs a job. I need the help, so it’s a win-win for both of us.”
“I hope it works out.” He kissed my forehead. “Don’t forget we have that wedding on Saturday.”