Tall, Dark And Filthy Rich
"Ever think maybe you're in the wrong line of work?" Dana, the reporter from the Atlanta Daily News, asked in a bored tone as she flipped a Skittle into her mouth.
"No. Why?" Jessica Huell shrugged. So much for the great article the reporter planned to write about Atlanta's Most Interesting Professionals. Clearly, Jessie's execution of her current job was proving to be a dud, and she'd really hoped the exposure from the proffered feature in the newspaper would swing a little more business her way.
Movement caught her eye. "Wait, get down," Jessie said, as she pushed Dana's head below the dashboard.
Both women scrunched low, toward the floor-board of Jessie's car, which was littered with sacks of fast food they'd eaten earlier that night.
Jessie listened. They'd cracked the windows for a little air and to hear the night sounds more easily. At two in the morning, this residential street in Atlanta was quiet. She easily heard the clap of high-heeled shoes on the sidewalk. The opening and closing of a car door. The turning of an engine.
After counting to ten, Jessie poked her head up over the steering wheel. The blue car. Bingo. She watched as it drove down the ... read full excerpt from: Tall, Dark and Filthy Rich ebook
