Claire almost dropped her phone. "Assistant Manager? Double the pay? Are you sure you have the right person?"
"We are very sure, Miss Claire. We need someone honest who already knows the ropes. If you agree, you can start tomorrow morning."
After hanging up, Claire still stood frozen. This felt too good to be true. How could things turn a hundred and eighty degrees in less than twenty-four hours? The café was bought out? The manager was fired? And she was promoted?
Claire turned toward the living room. Julian was sitting on the sofa, his long legs crossed, reading a business newspaper very casually. He looked like a man who knew nothing about the outside world.
"Julian," Claire called.
Julian lowered his newspaper slightly, looking at Claire over his glasses. "Hmm?"
"I just got a cal
