Cut So Deep by Stasia Black EPUB & PDF

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• Authors: Stasia Black
• Language: English
• Genre: New Adult & College Romance 
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Bryce Gentry of Bryce Information Technologies doesn’t look up from his
computer when I enter his huge corner office. Even though I know for a fact
his secretary buzzed him to tell him she was sending me in.
Just from his profile I can see he’s as good-looking as the online pics I
saw last night when I was researching the company. Blond hair, aquiline
nose. Long face and squared jaw, like a model. Not that I was paying that
much attention last night. Kinda hard when Charlie kept trying to climb into
my lap and bang his favorite rubber spoon on my nose. All the while yelling,
“Mama! Mama!” to get my attention.

Try telling a two-and-a-half-year old that Mama needs her me-time on the
laptop or you’re both going to get evicted by the nasty landlord. Yeah. I
shudder even thinking about Mr. Jenkins. He doesn’t even try to pretend he
isn’t staring at my boobs, no matter if Charlie’s with me or not. At least Mr.
Jenks-a-lot waited till he caught me alone to tell me to get the rent to him by
Friday or come around to some ‘alternate forms of payment.’ Said while
blatantly rubbing at the crotch of his pants.
I stretch my neck and shake out my hands. Focus Callie. All that shit just
means this interview is more important than ever. Which leads to the mantra
I’ve been whispering over and over to myself all morning: Don’t fuck this up.
Don’t fuck this up.

“Mr. Gentry?” I finally venture. Maybe he didn’t hear the secretary when
she buzzed him or notice when I came in. The wall separating his office from
the reception is that cool futuristic glass that can frost and unfrost at the touch
of a button. It frosted over as I opened the door. I thought Mr. Gentry had
control of it, but maybe I’d been wrong and that had been the secretary as
well. Am I an idiot just standing here like a stalker and he doesn’t even
realize there’s anyone in the room with him? “I’m here for the Personal
Assistant interview?”

A grunt is all that greets me in return. I stand awkwardly and look down
at my shoes. I immediately frown. Shit. I polished them last night but the left
one has a giant scuff down the side. They’re just crappy knock-off pumps,
but I thought they’d at least last the interview process. I’ve been desperately
job-hunting all month ever since the lawyer’s fees and rent and student loan
repayments have started stacking up too high.
Especially when another custody hearing is looming. My stomach cramps
just at the thought, even though it’s the last thing I need to be focusing on
right now. But God, the money. It’s why I’m here. The money has to come
from somewhere. Waitressing gigs aren’t cutting it, no matter how many
hours I work.

And after a month of job hunting, interviewing with no call-backs,
turning over every damn rock possible, this is my last shot—and for a job I’m
only remotely qualified for. Personal Assistant. I can do that, right? Assist a
person.

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