Page 29 of Savage Suit

“I’m jobless because of circumstances, bast—” A guardian angel flew onto my shoulder and reminded me Quinn asked him about a job for me. I’d fucked up with Noah Keegan. However, this asshole was ten times ruder than Noah. He’d only made me wait on him. Paul was an insulting fuckhead.

I clamped my mouth shut. He was also the fuckhead my sister liked. If I lit into him, I’d not only fuck up my employment chances, but I might damage Quinn’s relationship. Learning where to draw the line between concern and interference had been hard. She’d reminded me in no uncertain terms I was her sister, not her mother, and just because I martyred myself on behalf of her and Logan, I had no right to meddle in her love life.

She’d been nineteen, dating a dude I couldn’t see my little sister with for any reason, and I’d told her so in a less than polite manner. But, of course, it also hadn’t helped said guy was in the room.

Maybe I held back from Paul now because I felt so guilty about all but calling my little sister a liar earlier. Or, perhaps, I wasn’t confident how she’d react if I tore him a new asshole. Would she understand his shitty treatment had pushed me over the edge, or would she accuse me of overreacting and side with him?

He drummed his fingers on the table, peeking over his shoulder. No sign of Quinn. Annoyed, I pressed my lips together and glanced around the dimly lit place. I was happy he’d found a spot in the bar’s broader section toward the back.

Paul’s sigh drew my attention back to him. I hoped Quinn would finish her call soon. I searched for a topic and settled on the one that mattered the most.

“Quinn said your office is hiring?”

“Yeah, we are.”

I smiled, not wanting him to detect my dislike, though he didn’t hide his feelings toward me. “What industry are you in?”

“Advertising. We’re only looking for secretaries right now.”

“An advertising firm?” I echoed with genuine interest. Being a secretary didn’t interest me, but landing a job at his company could allow me to network and climb to a better position. “I have a degree in marketing and merchandising.”

“Your sister told me you had experience in marketing,” he responded, his tone and stony face showing his disinterest.

Fucker. I slid some of my hair behind my ear. “What’s the name of your company?”

“Sauncier Marketing. You’ve probably heard of us.”

“I have,” I confirmed. “I looked into a position at the company, but unfortunately, y’all weren’t hiring.”

“What happened with your last job?” he asked, the question challenging my earlier assumption about his indifference. “Quinn mentioned your position at T.S. Marketing. A well-known company. Impressive.”

My smile was as hollow as the compliment. “I was among the unlucky laid off. Such jobs are rare, unfortunately. A recent interview for a similar job ended in disaster,” I explained, memories of my encounter with Noah teasing me.

A brow lifted. “What do you mean by disastrous?”

“I was given a time for my interview but was kept waiting for an additional four hours. I’m sorry, but I didn’t appreciate his unprofessional actions.”

Paul studied me. “It could’ve been a business emergency.”

“It wasn’t,” I returned, though I hadn’t thought of that possibility. “He could’ve rescheduled if that was the case, Paul. Or he could’ve had his secretary call me before my arrival.”

“Agreed,” he relented. “What company was it?”

“Keegan Enterprises.”

At my words, Paul’s eyes lit up. He straightened, sitting even more rigid, and eyed me with newfound interest. I could almost see the wheels in his head spinning. “You dodged a bullet. I’ve heard many a nasty rumor about Keegan. Former employees willing to disclose sordid details.”

Paul’s opinion about Noah shouldn’t matter. Despite believing the gossip after my experience with him, Paul’s distaste annoyed me. “I’d hoped the information was false.”

“Kind of you,” he sneered.

Displeasure surged in me at the pettiness I detected. Paul didn’t have a sterling personality, either. His nerve in placing himself above Noah angered me.

Fuck! My annoyance on Noah’s behalf was out of place. Lust signaled my pussy to kill my fucking pride.

“Since you have prior experience at such a high-profile company as T.S.andgot Keegan’s attention, I’ll convince my brother to interview you for a…better position than a secretary at Sauncier. You were a junior marketing specialist at T.S., correct?”

“Yes,” I responded eagerly, newfound hope growing in me at his words.