“Have you got those food costs for me yet, Rhiannon?”
Anthony Ramsay smiled down at her as he stepped into her office.
“Not quite, but almost. During my absence, my mother decided to surprise me for the first time in her life, and she… she cleaned up the office. So, I’m finding bits and pieces of documents here and there.”
“Still, remember it’s essential that you know what they are. You can’t be fuzzy about numbers, or they’ll kill you. Trust me, I’ve learned that the hard way,” Anthony said.
“I’m almost there… Just a second… Ah, there it is!”
When Rhiannon handed him her notebook, which bulged with dog-eared receipts, Anthony took the jumble and sat down. Rhiannon couldn’t believe how easy it was to work with him once Barbie and everybody had warmed up to him.
With his shaggy blond
