Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
"When does she start?"
"She started this morning." Ruby purses her lips and shakes her poufy gray head. "Honestly, Alaric. I sent everything in an email, like you asked. If you'd clean out that nightmare of an inbox once in a while, you might be able to find things. I don't see how you accomplish anything."
Her diatribe makes me smile. Ruby went to work for Daphne Parrish & Co when my mom opened the doors two decades ago. She still forgets that I'm not the same impish little boy who used to run through the building raising hell. Forget reminding her that I own a fifty percent stake. She doesn't give a shit. As far as she's concerned, age trumps all that nonsense. She's as likely to tell me to do something myself as she is to do it for me.
But she'll always have a place here. She's family. My older brother Blaze and I treat everyone here the same way. We may run one of the most prestigious fashion lines in the world, but the people who come to work here are the most valuable assets we've got. They're what make this company what it is.
"And the girl in the photo is the one who started this morning? You're certain of that?"
"Yes. I met her in the lobby myself. Sweet girl." Ruby smiles, a grandmotherly, affectionate smile. She likes her. "She's very quiet."
"Can you send her to my office, please?"
"Why?" Ruby gives me the side-eye, suspicion glittering in the blue depths. "If this is because she's the mayor's daughter…."
"Fuck the mayor," I growl.
"Alaric James!" Ruby chides, though I don't miss the way her lips twitch. She doesn't like the pompous prick either. He's a career politician. Every move he makes is to protect his precious image and curry favor with his base. He has no opinions that aren't filtered through his party and what's likely to win him an election. I have no patience for men with no spine.
"I'll play nice," I grit out, snatching December's—or Jillian's—file from Ruby's desk. The designs inside are exceptional, whichever of the sisters created them. "Just send her to my office, Ruby."
"Fine, but I'm telling your brother that you're causing problems with the mayor again!"
"I haven't caused any!" I call over my shoulder, leaving the yet part of the statement unsaid. I may very well cause a few if he sent December in here posing as her sister to try to convince us to endorse his ridiculous bid for governor. Hell will freeze over before I throw my name behind him.
I stomp into my office, tossing the file down on my desk. Instead of sitting, I pace to the windows to stare out. Los Angeles looks like a kid's playset far below. People move like ants, bundled up as if it's below freezing even though winter in the city rarely dips below the 60s. Fluffy white clouds hang suspended overhead, blotting out the weak winter sun.
Christmas decorations line the street, hung from light posts to bring a little cheer to the city. It was always Ma's favorite time of year. She went all out for Christmas. Even when we could barely afford it, she never let us go without. Blaze and I do our best to keep that spirit alive, especially here in the offices. Every year, we throw a giant Christmas party for the staff and their families. Everyone gets bonuses and gifts. We donate millions to charities.
It never feels like quite enough to fill the void and capture the spirit. This time of year, I feel lonely in a way that's not as easy to ignore as it is every other day of the year. I ache for something I'm not sure how to define or explain. This year, that chasm feels bigger than ever. Quite simply, something is missing.
The moment I saw December Rhett staring up at me from that photo, I realized what's been missing. Or who. The raven-haired beauty who comforts me when I need it most.
I've never let myself think of her as anything more than a light in the dark before today. God, I'm not a complete fucking cretin. But she's always been with me in some way. Remembering her laughter soothes me. Remembering her smile eases the restlessness in my soul. I can't fucking explain it, so I never tried.
I never thought I'd see her again, either…not until I opened that folder and saw her photo staring up at me. She's grown up. Hell, she's grown into an absolute beauty. Her sky-blue eyes and porcelain skin make her seem angelic. But those curves were made for sin.
Why is she pretending to be her sister?
It's a mystery I'd very much like to solve.
I turn from the windows, striding back to my desk to thumb through her application again. None of the information inside matches anything I know about her. Her name, her birthday…it's all wrong. The only part of her that's real is the photo.