Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“I really hope not.” I cringe. I hope I get stuck in some room filing papers or something.
It’s because of him I got the internship to begin with at Finance & Legal BNC. It’s now one of the biggest and fastest growing companies in America. My father has been working there for a while now since the owner and CEO of BNC snatched him up from another company years back. I remember my father being a bit on the fence about taking the job because the owner was young, but the company was thriving. He’d taken the leap, and we had to move across the country for him to take the job. My father has always been good with numbers, and even though I am too, I hate them.
BNC started offering internships last year, and I’d wiggled my way out of it my freshman year. Now my father is relentless about it, so I didn’t have much of a choice. I applied, and I’m sure my father asked to make sure I got one of the three spots. I think the other two went to seniors.
I’m pretty sure the owner, Samuel Matthews, went to Kingston University and that’s why my father pushed me to go here. It’s also why Kingston got the internship programs.
“It says delivered,” I tell her when I pull it up.
“Well, it’s not here.” Lexi hops up from her bed and comes over to the computer to see for herself. “How messed up would it be if someone stole your vibrator?” She laughs.
“Wait.” My eyes drop to the delivery address, which isn't mine. I gasp. This isn’t happening “No!” I shake my head.
“That’s awkward,” Lexi supplies as I try and not die of embarrassment.
Chapter Two
Samuel
“What the…?” I’m balancing too many things in my arms at once when I accidentally kick something at my feet. Backing up a little, I see a box in front of my door and sigh. I can’t pick it up while I’m holding all of this shit, so I step over it and unlock the door.
After I drop my messenger bag, groceries, gym bag, and everything else I was hanging on to, I make my way back to the front door.
“It’s not safe to leave your door wide open, Sam,” my neighbor and best friend Asher calls out.
“These crime-ridden streets fear me,” I say as I watch him scoop up the box on the ground and close my front door. He puts the package on the coffee table then makes his way toward me.
“Please.” He rolls his eyes as he goes straight to my fridge and pulls out a beer. “Want one?”
“Do I want a beer that I paid for from my refrigerator?” Sarcasms drips from my words, but he only smiles and passes me one. “What’s in your fridge and why do you always raid mine?”
“Because you keep buying groceries, and all I’ve got is a jar of pickles.”
“You don’t even like pickles.”
“Which is why they’re still there.” He shrugs.
I shake my head as I loosen my tie and we walk into the large living room. There’s not much in here even though we’ve both lived in this neighborhood for several years now. I haven’t gotten around to it, and Asher is always over here instead of at his place. I’m pretty sure he’s only got a bed in his whole house.
When we graduated from college, we agreed we wanted to work together and stay in the same city. What we didn’t plan on was becoming next-door neighbors, but when the houses came on the market at the same time, we jumped on it. Who wouldn’t want to live next door to their best friend since middle school? Asher is my brother even though we don’t share DNA. His dad died when he was young, and that’s when he started going to my school. My mom passed when I was still a baby, so it was something we kind of had in common.
What we didn’t expect was for our parents to fall in love during all those times Asher and I were hanging out. So there might be a “step” between us, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“How was work today, dear?” He laughs at his own joke as he grabs the remote and sits down.
“Busy.” I yawn, and he gives me a look. “I know I say that every day, but it’s true. It’s exhausting being this successful.”
This time when he rolls his eyes, I’m afraid they’re going to get stuck that way.
“I’m so glad I’m only an investor and that I don’t actually have to run that office.”
“Keep saying that, and I’ll put you to work.” I let out a long breath as I take a seat. “I could really use some extra hands, so I guess it’s good the interns start tomorrow.”