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KIARA
The ruckus in the atrium was infernal–and not just because Kiara Earhart worked at Alien Inc., a company headed by aliens that looked like demons.
Alien Inc. was having its biggest event since it had opened its headquarters on Earth three years ago.
Kiara was in charge of organizing the guest list and decorations–and she was freaking out.
Okay, deep breaths, Earhart. You’ve been through worse.
Yes, but nothing as grand as this party.
Even with five years of PR experience and corporate event planning under her belt, Kiara still had a hard time keeping up with the stream of workers carrying in ornate tables, bottles of intergalactic juices, and the most decadent sweets her human eyes had ever seen.
“Careful with those Quillon flowers, please,” she called after one of the workers who had been carrying the luxurious pottedplant like he was afraid it’ll bloom and bite him. Which wasn’t so outrageous for Quillon flora.
“The weed needs to go in the corner, I’m putting it in the corner,” he grumbled under his breath, so that she wouldn’t hear him.
But Kiara always heard. It was her job to make sure these events came out perfect, down to the last glass and tablecloth.
“Put it in the cornergently. Quillon plants–” She started, but the plant beat her to it. It raised one of its long, purple vines and smacked the worker in the back of the head. He yelped, turning around to Kiara with frightened eyes. Not so loudmouthed now, was he? “–are sentient. And they do not appreciate being called weeds.”
The worker nodded, fear in his gaze as it ping-ponged from the plant to Kiara. At five foot five, she might’ve been small, but her red hair made her stand out wherever, whenever. He scurried away, handling the golden pot much more delicately this time.
Kiara exhaled noisily. Honestly, some people had no respect for alien objects or beings. She knew a lot of humans were still upset at the whole aliens-coming-to-Earth-with-their-big-corporations, but,honestly. Jobs were jobs and the work Alien Inc. provided boosted the economy and brought food on the table for a lot of families.
But that hadn’t stopped people from protesting right next to the portal which had opened up between Earth and the planet of Deruzia. Or attacking Deruzians and their human mates. Rynar, the head of the legal department, still had his horns in a twist because someone had ambushed his wife, Alissia, at their wedding.
So security had to be top-notch for tomorrow night. This atrium would be filled with humans, Deruzian envoys coming from the home planet, and other alien species from across thegalaxies. Aliens who might be tempted to invest in, say, another alien company on Earth and bring in even more jobs.
This party had to be spectacular. Kiara wouldn’t have it any other way.
She’d worked too hard and sacrificed too much for this job. Every night she got back home at three AM, standing for hours on end in those killer heels with a polite smile on her face. The worst was enduring each and every veiled barb from her mom about how it was oh-so-cute Kiara was still organizing those glitzy parties, but maybe she’d look for a real job once she’d had her fun. Like her cousin, who was assistant to some big shot ambassador.
Kiara grit her teeth.
Thiswasa real job. And she loved it.
She didn’t organizeglitzyparties. This was an intergalactic event that could decide Earth’s economic future.
She played her part in keeping this company alive and thriving. Stakeholders and investors from all over the Nine Galaxies would be attending tomorrow’s event. Everything had to go smoothly.
If not, financing would drop.
If financing would drop, then the shares would follow. Then layoffs and people not being able to find new jobs.
Kiara was having none of that.
This event would be her best one yet and all the guests would go back to their planets dazzled and much more willing to open their wallets to finance Alien Inc.’s newest projects.
“Ouch!” the same worker yelped from across the atrium. He kept rubbing the back of his head, giving a mean side-eye to the plant.
“I asked you to be careful,” Kiara called out again, an edge to her voice.
The worker turned toward her, his beady eyes narrowed. Nothing good was about to pass his thin, chapped lips.
Oh, good. Kiara had been waiting for a chance to tell him off since he’d banged the antique Xirian table on the stairs and leered at her.
