In Miss Burns’ eyes, do I seem like someone who holds grudges?”
I kept my head down and mumbled, “That’s not what I meant.”
The next second, a gold-embossed business card was placed in front of me.
“You’re still an intern, right? There’s a job opportunity—interested?”
By the time I returned, my head was still spinning.
The moment I stepped inside, Wade grabbed my arm. “You okay, Chloe?”
I pressed a hand against my aching stomach and muttered, “Sorry, Wade. I had surgery on my stomach before, so I can’t really handle alcohol.”
He frowned, about to say something, when his gaze dropped to the business card in my hand.
His eyes widened in shock. “Is that Mr. Hughes’ personal card?!”
I nodded.
The scene from earlier flashed through my mind.
It was the kind of card people would go to great lengths to get their hands on—the kind that gave direct access to him.
Something for nothing never sat well with me.
I raised my guard and lowered my voice. “Why would Mr. Hughes offer such a valuable opportunity to an unknown reporter like me?”
He smirked faintly. “Maybe… he just finds you pleasing to the eye.”
That did sound like something Liam would say.
Back when I took care of him, we slowly grew familiar with each other.
He had his moments—his sharp tongue, his rebellious streak.
And at times…
I bit my lip, swallowing the quiet sound threatening to escape, and tugged at his hair.
“You can’t see, so stop moving around.”
