Most of us spend most of our lives at our jobs. With eight or more hours at our desks, we connect with our coworkers, making friends and sometimes more.
While I was working as a teacher, I felt that the people who I worked with were my best friends. We could finish each other's sentences and sometimes went out after work to "relax" after the stress of work.
In VK Tritschler's latest release, TRADE SECRETS, Emily has found an exciting new job but even better... a hottie in the elevator might want to spend time with her. Romance in the workplace? Certainly a possibility in this sexy Rom-Com romp through competing advertising companies.
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What happens when your dream job turns out to be a hot mess?
Emily earned a spot in a top Adelaide advertising agency and was excited to be starting her professional career. But on her very first day she gets coffee spilled on her by Meg, her new and complicated co-worker; runs into Jimmy, her wildly inappropriate boss; and gets stuck in an elevator with Harry, who is the hottest guy in the industry and her company’s biggest competitor.
When Jimmy enlists Emily to spy on Harry and his company, things become more complicated.
But Emily finds that her life isn’t as perfect as she’d dreamed. Now, she has to choose between handsome Harry, who may not be all he seems, and bawdy Jimmy, who is exactly what she fears. Secrets and hidden agendas rip apart Emily’s dreams. Will she pick the devil she knows or the one she doesn't?
As she pushed the door open, a large desk and surrounding chairs greeted her. The wall was again a length of a window, but this time with a much pleasanter outlook into a park. At one end of the room was a large projection screen and beside it a small easel, which was empty. And beside them was Meg, seated, or rather perched, on a leather recliner and next to her with his relaxed grin was a face she had already met that morning. Him. Toilet guy. The only other bad part of her day so far, and he smiled like a Cheshire cat.
“Good morning. You must be Emily,” he said, getting up from his chair and walking in her direction.
Unable to avoid the introduction, she grimaced. “Yes, I believe we’ve already met. I’m Emily Johnson. Nice to meet you.”
“Not as nice as it was to meet you downstairs this morning.” He gave her a firm handshake. “Nothing like a hot bit of toddy in the morning to wake an old fella up.”
Meg snorted in the background. “Jimmy, leave her alone. Ems, that’s Jimmy. He’s our boss.”
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