“Yes. He’s just bought a clothing giant. It’s a pretty massive deal, actually. He needs to hire a consultant to advise with the retail and fashion side. You could be that consultant. You know the industry.”


    I put my purse down on the kitchen ind with a bang. “Work for Nick?”


    “For Nick’spany, yes.” Cole nces over at me. “Unless you find it too distasteful. He’s probably shing jobs right this moment to ensure they’re profitable enough for as long as he needs them to be.”


    My fingers dance over the hem of my skirt. “You said Nick agreed?”


    “Yes, he did. It was practically his idea.”


    My raised eyebrow must have been question enough, because my big brother rolls his eyes. “All right, so it wasn’t. But I know you’d be great at this, ir. What do you have to lose?”


    Ah.


    What he really means is what do I have left to lose. After my failed attempt at a fashion line, of course I’d jump at this chance.


    “And you’re certain Nick agreed,” I say slowly. It makes no sense to me. Why would he entertain the idea for more than a second? The man has zero belief in my abilities.


    “Yes, he did.”


    That’s when it dawns on me-Nick doesn’t think I can do it. He agreed because he bet on me being the one to turn it down.


    I put on the brightest smile possible. If nothing else, epting will annoy the hell out of him. “Of course I’ll do it. I’ll give him a call right away.”


    Cole’s smile is wide. “Perfect. And who knows, perhaps the two of you will finally get to know one another better?”


    My smile doesn’t even falter. “Yes, who knows?”


    Nick doesn’t pick up the phone himself. I speak to his assistant instead, a no-nonsense man with an equally no-nonsense tone of voice. He pauses briefly when I introduce myself.


    “Porter?” he says in rification. “ir Porter?”


    “All right. I’ll run it by Mr. Park immediately and get back to you within the hour.”


    He calls me back within ten minutes, and this time, his voice is nothing short of cial. Whatever Nick’s reaction was, it certainly hasn’t warmed his assistant toward me.


    I wish I could have seen it. Did he dramatically sweep all his things off his desk in a fit of anger? Or perhaps brood coldly, his hands white-knuckled around the edge of his desk?


    “Mr. Park is d you epted,” his assistant lies coolly. “You’re wee toe into the office tomorrow morning. We’ll send you more detailed instructions by email within the hour.”


    My head spins as I hang up the phone. The decision to agree had been impulsive-driven by the desire to tell Nick off, to show him up. To beat back against his belief that I’m nothing but a socialite and a failed fashion designer.


    I push back from the desk in my home office and look around at my mood boards, at the rack of samples in the corner. Above my desk is a framed quote. Work in silence, let sess be your noise. The next time Iunch a brand, it will be quietly. It won’t have my name on it. And it will be a sess.


    I run a hand over the smooth silk of a slip skirt. Solutions for everyday women, that’s my concept. Making the clothes you already own look good-no need to buy more. Extensions for bra straps. No-line panties. Beautiful T-shirt bras and shapewear and sneaker socks. Everything for the modern woman’s closet, avable to order online, in beautiful packaging. Well, it will be avable, once it’sunched.


    But it’ll have to wait a little while longer-long enough that I can show both my brother and Nick that I’ve still got it.


    There’s something about confronting a man you know dislikes you. It’s reckless power and churning nerves and fire in my stomach. It’s made worse still, somehow, when it’s a man you once harbored a stupid crush on. That crush is long gone by now-driven away by his consistent harshness and dismissal. Whittled away byments about my status as a trophy invite and inveterate shopaholic.


    But I’ve never been one to back down, and when ites to Nichs Park, it’s not even an option. That would mean surrender, and surrender means defeat, because that’s the onlynguage a man like him understands.


    So I show up bright and early the next day at his office. Located in a mid-rise in downtown Seattle, it’s nothing like the shiny skyscrapers my brother prefers.


    A simple sign by the front door, so small you’d miss it if you didn’t know you were looking for it.


    Park Incorporated.


    I’ve dressed for the part, my clothing my armor. My hair is glossy and blonde down my back and the belt of my trench coat is double-knotted around my waist. One fashion consultant at your service, Nick.


    I’m greeted instead by a no-bullshit woman in her mid-forties. A faint frown mars her features.


    “You’re ir Porter,” she points out.


    It’s not a question, but I nod regardless. “Yes, that’s me.”


    “I’m Gina Davies, hello. Mr. Park told me to expect you. Let’s get you set up and briefed. I’m told you have a background in fashion and business?”


    “I do, yes. A bachelor on the subject and two internships, not to mention personal business experience.” I meet her unflinching gaze. If she’s aware of the fiasco of my former fashion brand, I can’t tell.


    “Excellent. Here’s your desk. I expect you’ll be visiting different stores or working while traveling, but while you’re here, this is yours.” She pushes a thick file over to me and aptop bag. “Here is all the information you’ll need on B. C. Adams. Mr. Park will brief you himself this afternoon, but for now, get acquainted with the firm.”


    “I’m already fairly well acquainted,” I say, sinking down in the seat. “I used to be a regr customer.”


    It’s meant as a lightheartedment, but Gina seems to take it seriously. “Then maybe you can see why they’ve been failing to attract customers for thest decade. We need to turn that around if we’re to get rid of the inventory and assess their production value.”


    I give a nod and open the binder carefully. “And Nick will see me this afternoon?”


    “Mr. Park will, yes.” She pushes away from the desk. “I’ll let you get settled in. Tomorrow we visit the closest store.”Content is ? by N?velDrama.Org.


    And that’s all the introduction I get.


    But as I dive deeper into the documents I’ve been given, it’s not hard to see the structural ws of the business. Their retail model is dated; no online store, no shipping. The clothes they’re selling are of good quality, and they’re preppy, but they’re in. There’s no clear branding. There’s no logo.


    No wonder they’re struggling.


    I’m so deep into research that I barely hear the knock on the door. It’s Miles, Nick’s assistant-I recognize the cial voice immediately.


    “Mr. Park will see you now.”


    I push away from the desk and deliberate for a moment over whether to bring the binder. Miles sees me considering and gives a faint sigh.


    “Bring it,” he says, turning on his heel and striding down the corridor without checking if I’m following.


    Okay then. Nick’spany probably doesn’t score highly on the “employee satisfaction” index, but then again, I hadn’t expected it to with him as the founder.


    His office is on the other side of theplex. For a moment, I amuse myself by imagining him instructing Gina in the cement of my desk. I don’t care where she is, but make sure she is as many feet away from me as possible. Yes, I want you to measure it.


    Miles stops outside a closed door and presses down on the button of an inte. “Miss Porter is here for you.”