The Wild West Billionaire Duet(9)

By: Harper Lauren

Just as I was about to head into the kitchen and grab the ice cream from the freezer, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my pajama pants. Excitedly, I pulled it out and swiped the call open.

“Hello, this is Hanna Parker,” I said in my most professional voice.

“Hello, Hanna! This is Linda, over at Magnate Group. We received your resume yesterday for an administrative position, and I was hoping you’d be able to come in for an interview tomorrow morning.”

My heart leapt into my throat and I had to steady myself. Magnate Group was the firm to work for in Boston! It was always on the Fortune 500 list, and I knew the owner was a young, mysterious billionaire. It was impossible to go anywhere in the city without seeing sleek Magnate Group advertisements.

“Hanna? Are you there?”

“Oh my gosh, yes, I’m so sorry,” I said. “And yes, I’d love to come in and speak with you tomorrow morning!”

“Perfect,” Linda said. “Please come at ten-thirty.”

I scribbled down the address that Linda gave me on the back of my hand and fought the urge to squeal and jump for joy when I hung up. I couldn’t believe it – if I started working at Magnate Group, my money problems would be over. I’d be able to save, and more importantly, start to pay Danielle back for all of her kindness.

I was still jumping for joy when Danielle got home. She smiled when she saw me.

“I got an interview!” I said excitedly. “At Magnate Group!”

“Holy shit, no way!” Danielle squealed and hugged me tightly. “Hanna, that’s incredible!”

“I know,” I said, closing my eyes and taking a huge breath. “I can’t believe they called me. Me, of all people!”

“I can believe it,” Danielle replied. “You’re smart and capable. They’ll be lucky to have you.”

“Don’t talk like I already have the job,” I said cautiously. “It’s bad luck.”

Danielle scoffed. “It’s not bad luck,” she said. “Hanna, I know you’re going to crush this! I’m so happy for you.”

I bit my lip. “I just don’t want to get too optimistic when nothing has happened yet,” I said. “You understand, right?”

Danielle nodded. “But I’m confident in you,” she said. “And tomorrow, I know you’re going to wow them.”

I flushed. “I hope so,” I said. “Because I really need this.”

That night, I barely slept. I tossed and turned in my bed, wondering what would happen. Would the interview go well? Or go poorly? I even got up early in the morning to brush up on typical interview questions and a brief history of the Magnate Group. It was incredibly impressive that in less than twenty-five years, Magnate had become one of the largest domestic consulting firms.

I wondered if I’d be good enough to work there.

I left the apartment at nine in the morning, in my favorite black dress with stockings and heels tucked in my bag. The streets were still slushy and wet, but the sun was shining. I took it as a good omen. I’m going to get this, I thought, my confidence growing as I walked to the bus stop. I just know it!

When I got to the Magnate Group offices, I couldn’t help but be impressed. They owned an entire building, a large skyscraper in the posh downtown. The inside was all modern – stainless steel and glass – but with luxe touches, like marble floors and beautiful paintings on the wall. I rode the elevator up alone, fidgeting nervously. When the doors dinged open, I reluctantly stepped out and looked around.

A smiling woman at reception stood up when she saw me. “Hello,” she said. “You must be Hanna Parker.”

I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “I’m meeting Linda at ten-thirty.”

The woman smiled. “Come with me, please,” she said. “She’s waiting for you.”

My heart began to thump nervously as the woman led me into a small, intimate conference room. The table was set with a bowl of fruit and bottles of chic sparkling water, but I didn’t want to touch anything and make a bad impression.

“Hello, Hanna, I’m Linda.”