Page 99 of Ruthless Ambition
“You can,” I looked her over, “but you can’t keep them.”
“I have eighteen clients right now,” she protested. “I’m agoodagent.”
“And I’m better, and I have double your client list, and people ask me to represent them, so swallow your pride and look at the changes I made.Keepyour client.”
Angel looked at the tablet again and handed it back to me. “No.”
“No?”
“That’s what I said,” she said as she pulled a compact from her purse and checked her hair before snapping it closed and dropping it back in her purse as she got her wallet. “He wants to sneak around behind my back and be a shady shit, let him. I don’t work with people I don’t trust.” Dark brown eyes met mine in silent challenge.
“You work with me.”
“I have no expectations from you,” she told me honestly. “My clients, I expect their loyalty and honesty, which is exactly whatIgive them.”
“Okay.” I waited, and so did she. When I said nothing further, Angel headed to the door. “Where are you going?”
“To clean up and buy panties,” she told me over her shoulder. “If this becomes a habit, buy condoms; I can’t be like this when I’m at work.”
She left me in her office, and for the first time in my life, I felt a shift in control. Had she seriously just owned my ass? I think she had. That wouldn’t do at all.
