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“Plus, I could sure use a hand in decorating the store. We have to get the tree decorated and the lights on and we could use some help in creating some displays for the windows.” She laughed, shaking her head at the young man.
“You know what, Beau? I think you might be right. Let’s go. It sounds like you and I have a full afternoon.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Good morning, Gideon,” said Angel smiling at the young man at the door.
“Mr. Angel! Mama! It’s Mr. Angel,” he yelled.
“Yes, I heard you the first time. I think the whole neighborhood heard you,” she grinned. “Hello, Angel.”
“Hi Ms. Beauvois. I’m just coming by to check on things here. How are the appliances doing?”
“Wonderfully! Gideon and I made cookies this morning, would you like some?”
“I would,” laughed Miller stepping through the door. Gideon handed Miller two cookies and the man scarfed them down like they were tiny little things. Gideon and his mother could only laugh.
“Well, we’ve come with some good news, I hope,” said Angel. “Our legal team would like you to come for an interview this afternoon. Do you think you could make it?”
“Oh, wow! Really?” she gasped.
“Really,” smiled Miller. “Like I told you, we’ve got some folks that are hoping to retire, including my wife. They’d love for you to come and interview with us.”
“Let me get changed,” she said, “and I’ll drive over there right now.”
“Well, we’re a secure property, ma’am. If you don’t mind, we’ll drive you over there and entertain Gideon while you’re interviewing,” said Miller.
“Of course. Of course, not a problem at all. Just give me a few minutes.” She raced to the back and Gideon smiled at them.
“She’s been talkin’ a lot about working for y’all. She works way too hard at the other office. They abuse her,” he said in a very adult-like voice.
“They do, huh?” smirked Angel.
“Yep. She works more than anyone there and she gets paid less.”
“Why do you think that is?” asked Miller.
“She’s not a lawyer but she’s a paralegal. I’m not sure what that means but there are other ladies there that are one of those too. But Mom gets paid less than them. Why is that fair?”
“It’s not,” frowned Angel.
“I hear you already. I’m looking into it.”
Angel just smiled to himself and then watched as Gideon’s mother came around the corner in a smart looking navy suit.
“I’m ready,” she said smiling.
“You look nice, Mom.” She kissed her son’s head and hugged him.
“Thank you.”
“When we get closer to the office, you’ll notice that the windows of the SUV black out. It’s a safety precaution for us.”
“How come?” he asked Angel.
“Well, because we were all in the military once upon a time. We were Navy SEALs, Army Rangers, Delta, and Green Berets. We also have some men and women that were with the Coast Guard or the FBI or CIA. They, we all had dangerous jobs so we make sure that only those we welcome come onto the property.”
“That’s so cool,” said Gideon. His mother laughed and pushed him toward the door.