Free 31 Ways to Catch a Billionaire by Ann King Page B

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    The next day, Elsie Sherwood stood outside of the rotating
doors of the glass building of Kincade Corporation with her Starbucks coffee in
hand. She held the cup to her lips taking the last sip. Just what she needed to
calm her nerves and bring some alertness to her day.
    Inside she shivered with anxiety. She really needed this new
position at Kincade. Failure was not an option.
    “All set, kiddo?” her cousin Dee called out to her after
dropping her off.
    “Almost,” she lied.
    “You know I never thought I’d see you working in a sex toy
shop.”
    “It’s not a sex toy shop,” Elsie snapped back. “It’s part of
the Kincade Department store. It’s just another department within the store.”
    “Ah, right,” Dee mocked, “the Home Pleasures department.”
Dee broke out into a laugh after trying to contain herself.
    Elsie rolled her eyes. Dee was always mocking her growing
up. Elsie had always been the shy quiet one in the family. Dee was the wild
child, done it all cousin. But she was sure glad to be sharing her one-bedroom
apartment after the bailiff changed the lock on the door. Since her mother’s
death and losing the home from escalating medical bills prior to her death, it
had all been one crazy ride.
    The gentle September breeze kissed her skin with its
coolness as Elsie held her hair down with her free hand, ever so conscious of
her scar on the side of her hairline. She’d always managed to style her hair in
a certain way so that it wasn’t clearly visible.
    “Besides, if I get this job it’ll be research for my class
in Human Sexuality.”
    “Since when are you taking a class on Human Sexuality?” Dee
looked surprised.
    “Come on Dee. Remember? I told you it was the only elective
available to finish my psych degree.”
    “Oh, right. How convenient,” Dee smirked as she saluted her
playfully before rolling up the window to drive away.
    Elsie grinned and turned around to enter the building. She
threw the Starbucks cup into the recycle bin just outside the doors after she’d
taken her last sip.
    She could not help but thinking, she’d covered her tuition
for the fall but come January, she’d be toast if she didn’t come up with
another $15,000. What on earth would she do? Once she’d graduated she could
work as a Psychometrist in her field while she completed her Masters and PhD
program. “Looking forward and leaving the past behind.” That was her new motto
now. She’d been through her own share of heartbreak in her life and she wasn’t
about to let it mess up her future. She had to move forward for her mother if
nothing else.
    The bottom line was she really did need this job. Like
yesterday.
    It was a controversial move from her part time job at
Kincade’s in the café waiting tables. But it sure would pay a whole lot more
while she put herself through college. She was glad for the internal job
posting for Kincade’s new department opening up soon. The pay would be
phenomenal and would offer her more hours to boot. The store required six full
time and four part time staff to rotate weekends, days and evenings. That would
fit around her classroom schedule perfectly. The job description specified the
candidates must be enthusiastic, approachable, knowledgeable about the products
(hmm, she’d thought that part odd) and professional in appearance and
courteous.
    The best part was that she would finally get to meet up
close the hottest board member of the upscale store chain, CEO Carlos Kincade,
also heir to the empire, since he would be personally meeting and interviewing
potential candidates who passed through the first round of screening. It would
be a long shot but a girl could dream, couldn’t she? It wasn’t so much his
status or money or his key position and how he single-handedly managed to turn
the empire around and modernize it in unconventional ways. It was his charm,
his charisma and yet his elusive nature rolled into one. He was a complex man.
A genius,