Page 22 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

Unorthodox?!

Sasha looks over at me. I shrug minutely and curl my lips.No idea!

She turns back to Mr. Drummond. “Nothing out of the ordinary,” she says. “One wake-up service doesn’t tend to differ from another.”

He scowls into the middle distance as my mind scrambles to make sense of all of this.Unorthodox?!

“Is there a problem with it?” Sasha asks. “Should we get rid of it and find another?”

“No!” he says quickly. “Leave it. This service will do for now.”

Sasha has a totally pleased look on her face. She seems to be interpreting this as praise. Which…maybe it is?

“Carry on.” He turns and leaves.

I watch the door close after him. Stunned.

Sasha turns to me. “Finally you did something right.”

I nod. “I’m glad it worked out.” More glad than she’ll ever know.

“What’s the deal? Did you get it off Craigslist or what?”

“That’s what you requested,” I say.

“Does it have a name?”

“Um…I’d have to check. Something really generic. They seemed…competent enough.”

“In an unorthodox way? Do you know what’s unorthodox about them?”

I shake my head.

She frowns. “You don’t know much, do you?”

“You want me to research it?”

She snorts hotly, like that is such a stupid question. “No, we need to keep the site on track. Get me the deets on the wake-up service after you complete your other duties.”

I go back to my desk and sit. I’m not fired. Mr. Drummond was okay with the call. I get the Vossameer website on the screen, then slip my phone into my lap and text Mia.

Me: OMFG he was into it.

Mia: Wut?

Me: You will not have to hock BJs for a buck!

Mia: he liked it? Serious?

Me: he said it was unorthodox.

Mia: Nooooo!!!!! WTF

Me: LOLOL

Mia: OMFG ROFL

We exchange every relevant emoji, which turns out to be most of them, including smiling imps, baby chicks, and gears. When hard heel clicks tell me Sasha and her eyebrows are heading my way, I hide the phone and act like I’m working.

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