Chloe stared at him, bewildered by the rapid-fire, almost rude questioning. She held up a hand.
“Mr. Overton, with all due respect, I haven’t even finished answering your first question about my passion, and you’ve already asked a second. Could you please allow me to finish my thoughts before you move on?”
A collective, sharp intake of breath came from Helen and Sarah. They looked at Chloe as if she had just slapped a baby. Gordon Overton simply stared at her, an unreadable expression on his face. The air crackled with tension.
Then, to her immense surprise, he didn’t fire her. He didn’t even scold her. He simply gave a quick, impatient shrug.
“I don’t have that much time, Miss Brown. Now. Why do you want to work for me? In three sentences, give me a reason I can’t ignore.”
Chloe took
