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Chapter 1
BPOV
"Morning, Bella. How was your weekend? Sold anything yet?"
Meet James, a.k.a. Brookstone's reigning Southern Region Manager of the Year.
Have I mentioned he's an annoyingly optimistic, creepy old guy with a ponytail?
"It's 9:05, James. Been a little slow this morning."
He whacks me on the back, jostling the name tag on my corporate-issue blue button-down.
"Good one, Bella! Remember, move the massage chairs. That's where the bonus bucks are."
Bonus bucks would be sweet. My shitbox of a Honda coughed and sputtered its way into the parking lot, and I pray it'll get me home.
A/N: In honor of the birthday of our very sweet friend, Sandy Southern, who works really hard and loves her hot mechanic. We'll be posting our collabadabble here in 100-word chapters until it's complete! The BPOV's are written by BOH, the EPOV's are Postapocalypticdepository.
We really hope you enjoy it, Sandy! MWAH!
xoxo
~BOH and PAD