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Next to her, Joe Fideli, her second-in-command, leaned closer. The actual graveside ceremony was Bryn’s downtime it was her opportunity to run through the checklist in her head, over and over, to be sure she hadn’t dropped any details. Raines’s remains had been processed and prepped, dressed and finished the coffin had been sealed and carefully polished (nothing worse than seeing sweaty fingerprints on the shiny surface) flowers and memorial handbooks had been delivered and arranged hearses and limousines had been freshly washed, stocked with tissues, and neatly parked. Until the ceremony was finished, her job was on hold-Mr. She just had to give the impression of calm dignity as she stood with her hands folded. She wouldn’t have been at all surprised to see a cart roll over the hill and someone line up a difficult five-iron shot past the tent that covered the mourners and casket.īut then, she didn’t have to like this place, really that was the family’s burden. Except for the recessed vases, some holding bright bouquets of flowers, it might have been a golf course.

This was a modern-style interment facility, so instead of picturesque Gothic headstones or marble sculptures, there were long expanses of lawn, spreading trees, and gently rolling hills-the impression of undisturbed nature, but oh so carefully created. **This is a standalone contemporary romance.From a purely objective perspective, it couldn’t have been better…though, in truth, Bryn Davis, funeral director, didn’t much care for the cemetery itself.

Then again, I thought that was the case until he called me late last night with an emergency proposition. That letter was rejected with his sexy, trademark smirk and an “I highly suggest you read the fine print of your contract.”Īnd now I've realized that unless I fake my death, poison him, or find a way to renegotiate my impossible contract, I’m stuck working under one of the cockiest and most ruthless bosses in New York. That’s the version of my two weeks’ notice I should’ve sent to my boss, because the more professional version - the one where I said I was 'grateful for all the opportunities,' and 'honored by all the rewarding experiences' over the years?

I wish his next executive assistant all the luck in the world (she'll need it) and if my boss should need me to do anything over the next two weeks, kindly tell him that he can do it goddamn self. This was a VERY EASY decision to make, as the past two years have been utterly miserable. I am writing this letter to formally announce my resignation from Parker International (& the arrogant, condescending CEO) effective two weeks from today.

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