Under His Spell (The Miami Tycoon) Read Online Free

lists of numbers correlating to unrecognizable acronyms. No other identifying information. Shit. Erica had totally zoned out and had no idea what she was supposed to do with the pages. Hadn’t she heard something about faxing them to...someone? She felt like she’d heard the name Conlon but she wasn’t at all sure. Erica felt like such an idiot. Jess and Anthony were out of the office; she doubted Ryan would be able to help her. She swallowed her pride and hoped Jill would know something about where she was supposed to fax the documents.
    “Uh. Jill? Do you have a second?” Jill appeared to be doing some kind of complicated math on a spreadsheet, looking deeply absorbed. “Oh, sure,” Jill said, closing the spreadsheet window surreptitiously. “What do you need?”
    “I was hoping you could tell me what I’m supposed to do with these papers. Mr. Maxwell asked if I could fax them, but I was, um, distracted and I forgot where they’re supposed to go. Any ideas?”
    “Let me see.” Jill pored over the pages with a furrowed brow. “I think these are earning potential projections for the apartment building Nick’s working on buying. I think he wants to...” Jill’s face suddenly changed, her voice becoming much friendlier and quicker. “Oh, yeah, he wants these faxed to Sunwillow Properties, I remember him saying something about comparing estimates. Here, I’ll get you the number.” Erica had hardly felt more relieved in her life. Jill really did want to help her. Erica decided not to be so stubborn; after all, she was new, and it wasn’t a show of weakness to ask for help. It just meant you wanted to do your job correctly. She was sure she’d get the hang of it soon enough.
    After getting the number from Jill and faxing the documents, Erica called buyers with renewed determination. She even decided to re-take a set of photos for the house in Wynwood—the old ones made the place look dingy, and late afternoon was the magic hour in terms of natural lighting. By the time Erica made it back to the office around seven, with the gorgeous new photoset in the memory card of the office DSLR, she was feeling much more optimistic.
    The optimism faded rather quickly when George stormed up to her desk, looking incensed and waving the manila folder. “Are you the one who faxed these to Sunwillow?” Erica was bewildered, hadn’t she been asked to do so?
    “Um. Yes?” she said, unsure of what her admission would mean. George exploded. “What the hell were you thinking? Sunwillow saw the estimates and raised their offer, Conlon’s decided to sell to them instead! You were supposed to fax these to the investors! Do you realize how much business you’ve just cost us? Maxwell is over at Conlon’s now, trying to get him to reconsider, you better hope—”
    Jessica cut George off, leading him gently away from Erica’s desk. “Now, now, George, I’m sure Erica didn’t mean to fax them to Maxwell & Brown’s biggest rival. Did you, Erica? No, you didn’t. Now why don’t you and I go get some of the investors on the phone and see if we can reassure them, George? We’ll have to use our inside voices, though, won’t we...”
    Jess led George back to his office, soothing him like he was a fussy toddler. She looked pointedly back at Erica before she guided the furious George through the office door. Erica mouthed thank you at her. She tried to add I’m sorry but Jess had already turned away.
    Erica had her head in her hands, attempting to hold back tears of frustration. Fucking Jill! Had she tried to set Erica up, or had she really not known what the papers were? Erica found it hard to believe that Jill would willfully do something so detrimental to the company she worked for, and all to sabotage someone she hardly knew and had no reason to hate. Trying to calm herself down, Erica told herself that Jill couldn’t possibly have been so malicious. She further decided not to tell anyone that Jill had given her the