thanks." She smirked. James often flirted with her. She ignored him though, taking his compliments as him just being nice. He was good looking, brown skin, tall, with a gorgeous smile, and she could

e said winking at her before walking away. She smiled and shook her head at him. Technically, he wasn't her boss.

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newspaper at Starbucks when she met James. He walked past her, and she noticed he dropped a hundred-dollar bill while getting his ce

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soup and bottled water in hand. "Soup again? I know you must be tired of eating that. How about lunch today, my treat?" James asked as he leaned against the counter next to her.

broccoli into her mouth. "This morning you said you didn't sleep well last night," he answered. "Oh... I'm staying at my bes

a guy who's renting out his

re I couldn't affor

know that." He r

sure everyone you know is j

ecific?" He asked w

ously can afford the finer t

m now. Without my mentors and investors, I probably wouldn't have those finer thi

thankful for this job, and I'm thankful I m

with all these compliments, you're my boss and..." Before she could finish James interrupted her, "Pearson is your boss. I'm just the guy who met a smart

months, and no one seemed to work out. When you handed me my money that day, and told me why you were circling ads, I figured giving you a test run for the job wouldn't hurt. And g

ould love to get to know you better too." She responded shyly. The waiter returned with the check, and James handed him a credit card. "Sounds l