Chapter 25
The best thing about Tiffany’s insistence that Beau sit next to her, rather than across the table, was that he had the perfect excuse to not look directly into her face for most of the interview-meal. The worst thing about it was that he was hyper aware, the entire time, of her too-near female presence. And, of course, the wall-mirror across from them showed everything she wanted it to; an older, good-looking woman with a flustered younger man. What came out of her mouth, matter-of-fact, practical discussions of his job responsibilities and what she expected from her employees, didn’t mesh well with the tableau they presented in the glass.
“Appearance is nine-tenths of the job,” she explained. Her red lipstick left prints all over the wine glass. “You’re here to present the id
