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your interview myself.”
     
    ***
     
    It was the quickest and weirdest interview of my life. Instead of asking me about my previous experience, he hammered me with more odd questions.
    It’s your off night and you get called to order some flowers and candy sent to an unknown address. What do you do?
    You’re meeting a friend for your employer and the friend hits on you. Do you tell your employer?
    You’re visiting your employer and you hear some unusual noises coming from one of the rooms. What do you do?
    It didn't take me long to realize that this wasn't going to work. I didn't interrupt though. I wanted to be able to tell Deacon I at least gave it a fair shot. I waited until there was a gap and then rose. “Mr. Findlay, I really appreciate the opportunity, but I don’t think this job would be right for me.”
    “Yes?” He cocked his head, eyes shrewd, but not annoyed. “Just why is that?”
    I didn’t have an exact reason I could give, and in a moment of utter desperation and stupidity, I blurted out, “I don’t like rich people.”
    It sounded offensive enough that I assumed I'd be thrown out on my ass as soon as he called security. I lifted my chin, crossed my arms over my chest, and waited.
    To my surprise, Findlay laughed. He dropped down into the chair behind his desk, tipped back his head and actually laughed. A few moments passed before he stopped, but when he looked at me, his eyes were still glinting with mirth. “Can I be blunt with you for a moment?”
    I stared at him.
    “Sometimes, I don't like them much either.”
     
    The moment he said it, he blinked, almost as if startled he’d actually said it.
    It was a look I was familiar with. I was always having people tell me things they wouldn't have told anyone else. I'd been told I have one of those faces. It’s not really all that great.
    He cleared his throat and began shuffling papers on his desk. “As I was saying…”
    He hadn’t been saying anything, but I didn’t call him on the lie, just watched as he regained his composure.
    “I think you’re going to work out rather well, Ms. Gallagher. Assuming we find you the right match. And while I still need you to fill out the forms, I already have a couple of ideas for good matches.”
    Hesitant, I eyed the forms. I still had some serious misgivings about this.
    “Perhaps you should have an idea what it pays,” he said with a smile.
    The figure he named made my jaw drop.
    Hello college tuition.
    Chapter 2
    Toni
     
    Fifth Avenue.
    What the hell was I doing on Fifth Avenue?
    Especially this part of Fifth Avenue.
    Smoothing a hand down the trim black pants I’d selected to wear, I approached the door and tried not to look like I was hesitating. There was no doorman. That might have struck me as odd, except this massive building wasn’t some collection of ultra-cool, ultra-expensive condos.
    It was one, ginormous family home.
    I couldn’t even fathom how many millions of dollars a family home on Fifth Avenue must have cost. The buzz of traffic around here was noticeably less, and as I drew closer to the house, some lady decked all in white sailed by with her dog on a pink leash. There was a sparkle at its neck and I had the insane idea that the sparkle might be from diamonds. Real diamonds. But that couldn't be possible, could it?
    My skin started to prickle. I looked up at the ditz who put the diamonds on a dog and found her sending me a sidelong look. When she caught me eying her, her nostrils flared as if she’d smelled something bad, and she whipped her head around.
    Wow.
    Mentally bracing myself, I marched up the steps between two stately lion statues and knocked.
    I’d been paired with a woman by the name of Isadora Lang. I supposed if I paid more attention to the society pages, I would've known the name, but all I had was what Mr. Findley sent me yesterday afternoon.
    Isadora was twenty years old and needing help a few days a week – my choice of days – to help her keep her life