Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Laura threw her arms in the air. “If it’d been anything serious, I’d have texted you to let you know.”
“Okay, what about when they closed your department at your old job? You didn’t tell me about that until I asked you how work was, and then you casually slipped into the conversation that you hadn’t worked there for three months,” Eva clipped, her hands lowering to her hips now.
“You’ve got enough to worry about. Why would I come crying to you about something that happens to everyone at some point?”
“Uh,” Harry hummed, raising his hand, “are you still looking for a job? Just saying, with what I’ve seen you do tonight, we could use you in my company.”
Laura diverted her attention away from her still fuming sister. “What would I be doing?”
“Tell you what, we’ll set up an interview and get a member of the HR Department to come and sit in on it. I can discuss our requirements, and you can outline what you’re capable of, and we’ll write up a job description and package based on that.”
For those of us in the room who didn’t know him, Harry’s offer might seem extraordinary, but to me, it was really out of touch with the man I knew. Typically, he was cautious with a hidden cutthroat side when needed, and he took his company seriously.
“Harry,” I warned, not wanting him to fuck over this family any more than they’d already been.
“No, I’m serious. You know the hours we work trying to find the items we’re asked to. What Laura can do is rare, and she’d be an asset.”
“Wait,” she held up her hands, shaking her head. “I don’t do hinky shit.” All three of us looked down at her laptop and then back at her. “Okay, aside from what you’ve just seen here tonight.”
She bit her lip and then added with a wince, “And a couple of other occasions when I’ve had to do something similar. But other than that, I swear, I don’t break the law.”
Looking amused, Harry stretched his legs out in front of him, making himself look more relaxed and less like the businessman he was. “My company helps the government, archaeologists, scientists, paleontologists, banks, and a whole host of other people and organizations track down items that have been illegally moved or stolen. For example, last week, we found a missing piece of a hieroglyph from a tomb in Egypt, just by looking through travel records and photos posted online.”
“Someone seriously stole a hieroglyph from a tomb and posted a photo of it online?” Eva asked in disbelief. “How dumb do you have to be?”
“It was accidental. The man who bought it posted a selfie online, not realizing that the mirror he was flexing into had the reflection of it right there for the world to see.”
“And that’s what I’d be doing? Helping you track and trace items like that?”
“Amongst other things. Sometimes it’s missing fossils or items from archaeological dig sites, and other times it's people stealing from safe-deposit boxes like old Tyson’s in banks and selling the items off online. It changes from day to day.”
Laura’s expression shifted from apprehension to excitement. “I accept. Well, pending a discussion where you offer me a salary that makes it hard for me to say no.”
Something about tonight had settled everything that’d been raw inside me. Not only had we all worked together to fix the shit with Harry’s uncle’s money, but my best friend and Eva’s sister had connected and would be working together. I hoped that Eva would reassess the situation between us after seeing all of this and the proof that we could all be in each other’s lives with zero duplicity and cheating.
A lot more needed to be said, I knew that, but sometimes, seeing that something isn’t as impossible as we think it is goes a long way to finding the solution to the problem.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eva
“Why must the wind always decide to hit when I’m leaving work?” I groaned as I stood at the exit to the hospital, watching as random items of litter went flying past us.
“Girl, if all you get is wind, you’re lucky. I get the rain and snow,” one of the other nurses I worked with, Nadine, muttered, pulling her hood up to protect her hair.
“Not tonight, you don’t. You’re getting the wind with me.”
Waving at me over her shoulder, she jogged out the door and over to where she’d been lucky to park, in the staff space closest to the entrance. No matter what time I arrived at, that damn space was always taken, meaning I usually had to park somewhere at the back, where the lights were weak, and people took zero care when they opened their doors. The number of times I’d had to call the guy who took the dents out like a dent guru was insane.