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hoped it was just the housekeeper leaving, but knew she couldn’t be that lucky. It was her sister Jazzie.
    “Hey. I was wondering if you know anyone who was hiring? I need a job in the security field,” Jazzie said as the barged into the room and flopped down on the bed. “That job with the restaurant didn’t pan out. He wanted me to use three-day-old meat to cook and I didn’t think that would be safe.”
    Jazzie was flighty. She couldn’t hold down a job if her life depended on it. And she seemed to have the attention span of a goldfish. But Quinn loved her.
    “No, not off the top of my head. You could just take the job Alyssa offered you and be working for a great boss. It’s still open.” And would stay so until Jazzie took the thing, as far as Alyssa was concerned.
    Alyssa had opened the cafeteria in the main building and there were plans for ones in the new buildings as well. Jazzie would be perfect for the job as head baker. It was a great opportunity in that she’d be the only cook and Alyssa and the rest of the family could keep an eye on her.
    “Nah, I don’t do charity. How about that place on Winder? They just opened up and will need someone to watch over the place, won’t they?” Jazzie asked hopefully.
    Quinn sat on the bed. “And it’s already closed down. Health department. And I don’t think the job from Alyssa is charity. She wants you to be her cook and she will pay you.”
    Jazzie shook her head. “Let’s order pizza. That guy who delivered last time was cute. I’ll even let you pick the toppings.” Jazzie was already scrambling for the phone as she spoke. “Pop too. Coke this time. And you pay. I’m unemployed.”
    Again, Quinn thought about her sister’s state of employment, but knew better than to say it.
    Her cell phone rang just as Jazzie reached for it and made them both jump back. Jazzie picked it up and opened it. “Quinn’s house of ill repute. Tell us your pleasures and we’ll make them happen.” Jazzie’s smile faded as she listened. “Sure, she’s right here.”
    Quinn took the phone and put it to her ear. Hopefully whoever was on the other end had a sense of humor. It was Drew and he most certainly did not.
    “What if I’d been a client? You should teach your sister to have respect for other people’s phone calls and—” Quinn closed the phone then opened it and turned off the power.
    “Is he mad?” Quinn looked at her sister. “I was only kidding around. Maybe you should tell him to get the pike out of his ass and learn to loosen up.”
    Quinn agreed. “Let’s order that pizza, only this time let’s use the house phone. And don’t worry about Drew. He’s pissed at me most of the time anyway.”
    The wine was opened as Jazzie ordered their dinner. While she ordered and flirted, that was. Quinn had one glass and was pouring the second when Jazzie hung up. Quinn decided to drown her sorrows and if that wouldn’t work, she was going to get drunk—shit faced, as she’d heard it called.
    She was having a shitty week and she’d worked hard to avoid Drew all week too. She had succeeded for the most part too. That was until today. The meeting with the department heads, the phone calls, then her meeting with the accounting department had had him at each one of them. Avoiding him there had been impossible.
    The accounting department wanted more centralized ways to keep track of the monies being spent. They said that Alyssa’s money was going out too quickly to be safe. Safe? Quinn didn’t understand and asked what he had meant.
    “It’s her money, right? And I’m pretty sure she can spend it anyway she wants. Not to mention, she has like billions of it.”
    The accountant, Brian Santos, looked at her and shook his head. “Miss Waite, you don’t seem to understand. We need to curtail her spending before she takes the company down with her and that just won’t do. No, you need to tell her to stop spending it and to save. We wouldn’t want to have