Page 9 of Not the Billionaire

“Fine.” Gus stood and walked toward the door.

“Thanks again for helping me.”

Gus paused at the door and looked back over his shoulder. “Anything for you, brother.”

FOUR

After finishing the tour and meeting more people than she would actually remember, Genevieve returned to her office down the street at the Schultz Foundation. Getting this job had been the most spontaneous thing she’d ever done. After leaving the non-profit where she’d worked for five years—where she was less than appreciated, despite killing herself with impossibly long hours, and where she’d learned they weren’t completely transparent with where their money went—she’d gotten wind of the available position at Schultz and immediately sent over her résumé. She hadn’t given much thought to the decision, and never actually believed she’d get called for an interview. But she had. And then she’d gotten a second interview, where they had offered her the position.

She’d never felt so happy as the moment she handed in her resignation. Until she walked into her new job and realized there were places of employment that might actually be enjoyable. Not to mention ethically run.

As she started getting organized to tackle the regatta planning, there was a soft knock at the door.

“Hello there.”

Genevieve looked up to see a stunning woman with long chestnut brown hair and pretty doe eyes standing in the doorway. “Hello.”

“I hear we have a new event coordinator.” She held her hand out. “I’m Skylar Schultz.”

“Oh.” Genevieve stood and shook her hand. “Genevieve Willis. It’s so nice to meet you. Are you Sebastian’s …?”

“Sister.” Skylar filled in the blank. “Please tell me you’ve got something better than dinner and a silent auction for the charity event this year.” Skylar ambled into the room and took a seat in the chair across the desk from Genevieve.

Genevieve liked how candid Skylar was. “I think I do, actually.”

Skylar scooted forward a little in her chair as if she were hanging on Genevieve’s every word. “Do tell.”

“A regatta.”

“I like that.” Skylar’s head bobbed a few times. “Who doesn’t like hunky sailors racing across the big lake?”

Genevieve almost laughed aloud. Skylar seemed very laid back. Everyone that worked here did. It was a nice change.

“I met with Sebastian this morning, and he already approved the idea.”

“That’s good to hear. He’s not always receptive to change.”

“Honestly, he was much different than I expected,” Genevieve admitted.

Skylar cocked her head. “How so?”

“I mean absolutely no offense when I say this, but I had heard he was kind of … difficult to work with.” Genevieve hoped she hadn’t crossed the line by telling her that.

Skylar started laughing. “He can take a little time to get to know, but he’s a big softy, really.”

“I thought he was nice and easy to talk to and funny. We got on very well.”

Skylar’s brow furrowed. “I’ve never heard anyone refer to Sebastian as funny before.”

Genevieve shrugged. “I was pleasantly surprised.”

“I’m glad.” She tapped the desk lightly with her palm and stood. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it. You have a regatta to plan, right?”

“Right.” The excitement over this event was growing with each enthusiastic reception.

“Nice meeting you, Genevieve.”

“You too, Miss Schultz.”

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