Maizee stood in front of the mirror, making a tiny adjustment to her earring. She told herself she’d be this meticulous about her appearance for her first day on any job, and that Lawrence Gladstone had no influence over her.
So maybe she was lying to herself.
She’d been reading articles written by Lawrence for years, as Gladstone Financial sent out a monthly newsletter for all of its employees. She knew he was smart and so good-looking it was almost a crime.
But meeting him in the flesh was completely different than seeing a small picture of him on her computer screen. She’d been instantly attracted to him, and he’d shown her kindness for hours, even staying with her at the hospital until a nurse took her back into one of the emergency curtains.
Thankfully, her ankle had not been brok
