Chapter Eight
KENZIE
A job is the last thing I thought Andrew was going to say.
“I realize I’m probably not your first choice of people to work with, but you wouldn’t be working for me per se, but more for the law firm itself.” His fingers tap on the bar top as if he’s nervous to ask me.
Interesting. I haven’t done a lot of corporate events, but I wouldn’t mind getting into them. Generally, they don’t take up your entire weekend in the same way a wedding does. They usually have decent budgets, and unlike brides, the social committees at a corporation aren’t usually high maintenance or picky. This isn’t the event of their lives.
“My interest is piqued. Tell me more.” I take a sip from my drink and hum in approval. “You’re really missing out here.” I lift my drink before setting it back
