Chapter 3
Devon
“Nope,” I say as I click off an application.
“Not you either.”
“Nope.”
“No.”
“Not you.”
“Ahh, there you are,” I say when I see Caydence’s application. I’ve stalked this girl long enough to know that she needs a nighttime job. She goes to school during the day, so she needs something part-time she can do at night. I just happen to be in the position to give her that job.
I go to school, but I also work with my father. I’m in charge of one of his companies. He has so many that he doesn’t miss this one.
I click open her application and read over it. Not that I care what kind of experience she has or if she has any at all. I put up an ad for a bullshit job. I have no idea what I’m going to have her do while she’s here, but I plan on paying her well for it.
I click reply and send her an email back with all the information she needs to come in for an interview, as if she needs one. She doesn’t. The job I placed an ad for was just for her. A ruse so I can get closer to her. I know it sounds wrong, and maybe it is, but I don’t care.
I sit back in my chair and watch the screen, continuously refreshing the damn emails until she responds. It happens quickly, which makes me smile. She’ll be here tomorrow night for her interview. Now I need to think of a few questions to ask her before just handing her a job.
“If you were to hire someone, what would you ask them?” I ask Wyatt as he tosses the football up in the air and catches it.
“Umm, what did they do before. Maybe strengths and weaknesses,” he answers.
“What if they didn’t do shit like this before?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, office work. They’ve never done it. Is that an automatic no hire for an office position?” I ask him.
“Depends, I guess. Are they a fast learner? Can they pick up on stuff easily? Who the hell are you hiring anyway?” I smirk at him, and he knows. He knows just about everything that has to do with Caydence.
“Bad idea?” I ask him.
“Devon, you are digging yourself into a hole with this one,” he says.
“How so?”
“Are you kidding me? You stalk the poor girl, and now you’re going to hire her, too? What is she going to be doing?” I shrug.
“I don’t know yet. I haven’t figured that out,” I admit to him.
“What did you put on the ad?”
“Secretary,” I tell him, causing him to laugh.
“At night? Bro, who the hell is going to be calling you at night?” he laughs harder.
“I didn’t say it was going to be hard work.”
“No shit. She’s going to sit there and wait for phone calls that never come.”
“What’s the fucking difference if it pays well?” I ask him. He keeps tossing the football up in the air before turning and tossing it to me. I catch it and throw it back.
“You’re basically paying her so you can look at her.”