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She rapped her knuckles against the door, and then flung it open Marco was standing at the huge wall of glass behind his desk, his back to her, hands tucked into his trouser pockets

“You’re fired,” he growled

“You can’t fire me before you hire me”

“You?” he said, turning toward her “I thought you were my temp”

“She’s probably hiding in the supply closet”

“One laugh after another,” he said coldly “Well, what is it? Did you forget so?”

Eue to the center of her bottom lip He wondered whether she knew she did that—and if she had any idea it drove him out of his mind

“One hundred and fifty,” she said

Marco raised one dark eyebrow

“One hundred fifty thousand dollars a year Holidays and sick leave of course Health insurance Six weeks’ paid vacation A review at the end of six et three et a title—Special Assistant, Vice President, so like that And a twenty-five thousand-dollar raise”

He narrowed his eyes “Are you telling me you’ll take the job?”

“What does it sound like?”

“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money”

It surely was, especially since she’d failed at every job she’d ever held, but why tell him that?