pulled into an underground parking garage of a high rise. She ushered me into the elevator a few moments later, looping her arm through mine and stabbing her manicured finger at the highest floor.
She patted my hand . "Just be yourself."
More people got into the lift as we made our way up the building , preventing me from asking Jax any more questions. The doors opened, revealing a beautiful reception area. ‘The Agency' was titled in gilt letters above the reception desk. A young woman sat behind the desk with a headset, perfect hair, Prada glasses, and well-tailored suit.
" Jax," she exclaimed. She ran around the counter, and wrapped herself in Jax's arms. "It's so nice to see you!"
Jax chuckled . "You too, shortcake." She turned to me. "This is Mack. Mack – this is Annalise's daughter, Isla."
I automatically reached my hand out and shook hers.
"Welcome to the team." Isla grinned. She turned back to Jax. "I'll just go get Mum."
Jax guided me to a plush leather sofa . "Lovely kid," she whispered.
" She seems to know you rather well." I eyed up Jax. "You're not still working for them are you?"
" God, no. But I always kept in touch with Annalise. She's a gorgeous woman with a very shrewd mind for business. She often sends clients my way if they are looking for property or selling. I do the same for her if my clients need some form of entertainment."
" Darling!" A shout came across the room as one of the most striking women I had ever laid eyes on swept through the doors towards us. I was in awe. She had long, luscious, dark curls, vibrant green eyes, full lips, not a wrinkle on her face, and if I had to guess, she was probably about fifty. She was dressed head to toe in designer clothing, and she looked like a footballer's wife instead of a woman running a prostitution business. She air-kissed Jax, and turned her eyes to me. Suddenly I felt incredibly self-conscious.
I swallowed as she brushed her critical eyes over me. After a moment , she smiled and reached for my hand. "You must be McKenna."
I nodded . "And you must be Annalise." She looked nothing like a prostitute. It suddenly occurred to me that I had never asked Jax if she was still putting herself out there, or if she was just running the business.
She tinkled with laughter . "I am." She turned on her heel. "Come to my office, and we'll have a chat."
We trailed after her , passing multiple desks, filing cabinets, and coffee break areas with designer furniture and kitchenette units. Large floor to ceiling windows overlooked the distinctive London skyline. "Is all of this your Agency?" I asked as we got to her mahogany office door.
" Yes. Obviously, most people aren't here today as it's the weekend, but I do have a team coming in shortly to start work for the evening." She opened the door and we walked inside. It looked nothing like a standard corporate office. It was plush, with rich colouring, and had beautiful artwork lining the walls. The only thing office-ish about the room was the large oak desk in front of the window. Annalise sat down on a leather sofa, kicked off her high-heels, and gestured for us to sit with her.
I bit my lip , waiting for her to say something. This was the strangest meeting I'd ever had.
" You have very good structure," she started, looking me carefully over. "Your height is a wonderful advantage in this business. How tall are you?"
" Five foot, eleven," I responded, unsure how it was an advantage.
" Can you remove your glasses for me?"
I pursed my lips together , and carefully took them off my face, letting them rest on my lap.
After a few awkward moments , she turned her eyes to Jax. "You're right… she has fabulous bone structure, even if she is a little shy. We can help her with that."
I felt like a prized idiot. This was the very last thing I expected to be doing. In fact , I would rather be doing anything else in the world than sitting here being critically analysed about whether or not I would be fit for hiring
Max Wallace, Howard Bingham