Caroline West begins her new job as the assistant to the assistant fashion buyer at a major clothing company. Can Caroline bounce back after her career takes a nose dive due to the negligence of an uncaring, disengaged man who ran her down without so much as an apology? Elliott Maxwell is busy saving his grandmother’s company from his scheming stepmother.
“SHIT! Are you freakin’ kidding?” Caroline West looked as the triple venti soy latte with light foam dripped its sticky mess down the front of her new blouse. She slowly brought her eyes to the blind man who ran into her, expecting to excuse him. Instead, she saw a beast of a man reading on his cell phone. “Are you going to say something? You’ve ruined my blouse.”
Looking up at her, the man dropped his eyes to her chest and said, “What would you like me to say? Your blouse is indeed ruined.”
“Nice one, Captain Obvious.”
Elliott Maxwell didn’t have time to placate this rude woman drenched in that silly coffee concoction people drank these days. Checking his watch, he was running late for the board meeting he’d been summoned to. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m late…”
“What are you going to do about my blouse? It’s ruined.”
Tilting his head to look at her, Caroline must have seen the perplexed look on his face because she stormed over to him. Standing toe to toe, she said, “You ran into me, you, you beast! You were so busy on your phone, you obviously didn’t see me.” She spoke very clear and concisely between clenched teeth.
Realizing it was indeed a possibility, Elliott shrugged and pulled a card from his coat pocket, handing it to Caroline. “Take your clothes up to my office. My secretary will see that they are cleaned or replaced.” Turning, he walked off without another word. She looked at the card. It gave his name, office location and phone number. Caroline had worked at Maxwell Fashion for nearly four years and knew that the only male in the company was Slimy Simon. So who was this guy?
Turning towards the elevator, Caroline was hoping her new boss would see the humor in her run-in with Mr. Maxwell. When the doors opened, Caroline ran out and turned right, running directly into a tall, busty woman with red hair cut pixie style. She was dressed in a 2-piece green business suit now adorned with the remaining foam from the coffee she’d ordered.
Stunned, Caroline stared at her new boss. “Ms. Maxwell, I’m so sorry-“
Holding her hand up, stopping her, Kitty Maxwell asked, “Aren’t you the new girl I hired today?”
“Uh, yes ma’am-” Caroline started to say.
“I asked for my coffee over thirty minutes ago.”
“Yes, Ma’am, about that. Funny thing happened when I was coming back up…”
“Miss West, there is no humor in this workplace. Nor do I see anything funny about you wearing my coffee. I don’t accept excuses. Ever.”
“If I could explain-“
“Excuses Miss West? I’m sorry, but you’re fired.”
“Excuse me? You’re firing me for spilling your coffee?”
“No, I’m firing you for your excuses.”
Stunned, Caroline watched her ex-boss turn to leave. Suddenly she thought of an idea. “Ms. Maxwell?”
“I gave up my job in distribution to come here.”