CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
“Warner Autos,” Ivy answered the phone in the back office of the garage as was her job.
So far, she’d been getting on well with the owner, one of the busiest guys she’d ever known.
He didn’t say much when she met him, but he hired her and gave her an advance, so she was going to work her damndest for him. Her job consisted of answering the phone, booking in cars, ordering parts, and basically just dealing with the day-to-day paperwork. It was nothing too taxing, but it made her feel needed because she was the only one dealing with the running of the place while Blaser Warner, the garage owner, was absent.
When she got the job, Blaser told her he managed the apartment complex next door and a unit had just come vacant. It turned out the place housed other employee
