That’s my cue to leave. Though I’d like to plot her son’s assassination with her, maybe give her a detailed presentation of some of my latest ideas on how to commit the perfect crime, I’d rather stay away from the entire Archer family.

“Well, it was a pleasure to see you.” I wave at them and rush through.

Seriously, Danielle is fired. I live in the same building as Lola Archer and knowing Ms. Friendly, she already made friends with Lola.

Hopefully, Miller is still the same asshole who avoids family. Meaning he’s never coming here. Never. Please, let me be right.

Thirty

Miller

My day has gone from bad to worse.

My Harley was stolen. Kevin, my stupid brother-in-law, called me at six in the morning to let me know about it. That’ll teach me not to lend anything to him. He left it at the bar. He was too drunk to drive. The bike isn’t there anymore. We had to go to a police station in the suburbs to report the crime.

The police officers laughed. Kevin left it with the keys.

“Did you put a bow on top?” one of the officers asked.

They’ll try to search for it, but they said not to hold my breath. The insurance doesn’t want to pay because again, he left it with the keys in the ignition. My lawyer is working on that. There’s no clause on the policy that states they won’t pay up due to stupidity. In this case, Kevin’s stupidity.

I tried to work out my anger, but the gym was closed. Someone flooded the women’s locker room. Then, one of the elevators was out of service because a redhead, who is too chatty for my taste, is moving next door. To top it all off, the same was happening at the office.

However, in the office we only have one elevator. I had to climb all twenty-one floors, and I didn’t have time to shower even though I was sweating like a pig.

That’s not all, we’re working with a new company. Well, at least I’m trying to get the account. This winery has a base in Northern California. The owner has plans on expanding in Denver. They want to rebrand, and for the first time in a year, I’m all in on an account.

As the CEO, I don’t take many clients but this account is the right one for me. One day, I want to retire and maybe buy a vineyard or a brewery. Something that requires dedication, but I don’t have to be in an office twenty-four seven.

Unfortunately, the guy is taking his time. He’s not even telling me what he wants, just that he’ll hire who he thinks is just right for his company.