The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299: COO

Abigail

I never thought I’d be back here, sitting in an interview. It had been one month since Devin died.

"And what does our COO think?" Bethany from HR asked, flicking her eyes to me. "Is she good enough?"

Oh, right. I was no longer Finnegan’s executive assistant. She was talking about me. I glanced down at the shiny new gold badge pinned to my shirt and bit back a smile. The words on it read Chief Operating Officer, Wolfe Corp.

The promotion had been announced last week, sending ripples through the automotive industry.

Finnegan had made it clear I wasn’t just his partner anymore. I was his right hand. God, I’d been over the moon. When he’d made that joke about firing me, I’d been so stunned I hadn’t known what to say until he asked me to be his COO.

And today, I was interviewing candidates to fill my old position.

A woman we’d just finished interviewing walked out. I shook my head at Bertha. "Her resume is pretty weak, and she laughed at like eighty percent of the questions we asked her,"

"Yeah," Bertha snorted. "She won’t last a week. Either the work pressure sends her packing, or the boss gets irritated as hell hearing that laugh all the time."

Our next candidate walked in.

"Mr. Harrison," I said, reviewing the file in front of me, "your resume shows five years in the automotive industry. That’s impressive. But I’m curious — in your experience handling logistics with suppliers, how would you manage a sudden shortage or delay during peak production season, so it doesn’t affect your boss and keeps production on schedule?"

Harrison gave a solid answer, and I rather liked it. Then he ruined it at the end. "I believe I can show Mr. Wolfe what a truly superior assistant looks like, without the strings attached that come with women,"

"We’ll be in touch, Mr. Harrison," I said, closing his file with a snap.

"Thank you for your time."

Asshole. Really? He thought he was superior because he was a man? I almost wanted to give him the job just to watch him crash and burn.

"Next candidate!"

The door opened, and in walked sunshine incarnate. A woman in her mid-twenties, blonde hair pulled back in a preppy ponytail, pearls at her throat, and a smile so bright it hurt my eyes.

"Miss Kellerman!" she gushed before she even reached the chair, her voice pitched high with excitement. "Oh my God, it’s such an honor to be here. Like, truly, such an honor to be in your presence. I’ve followed your career since forever, and you’re just such an inspiration to women in automotive, and I just..."

I felt my eye twitch.

"Please," I said, my voice flat as asphalt. "Sit."

She sat, still beaming, hands clasped like she was praying at an altar to me. Bertha had a hand over her mouth, trying to hide her laughter. She wasn’t doing a very good job.

"Your resume," I said, not bothering to look at it, "mentions you’re proficient in scheduling software. How would you handle Mr. Wolfe’s calendar if he needed to fly to Geneva for an emergency board meeting while simultaneously hosting Japanese investors in Milan?"

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