I’d handled my fair share of difficult clients, and truthfully, I thought I’d seen it all. But Eva Hartley was in a league of her own. From the moment she waltzed into our office, with all designer labels and Instagram-ready smile, I knew she was going to be a handful.
I secretly wondered if she was dumped into my lap intentionally because no one else wanted to deal with her. Was it Aiden? Maybe as payback for all the awkward positions I’d put him in.
Well, I didn’t want to deal with her, either. But even though I wanted to yell at her, and sometimes even pictured myself pulling her hair out, I had to put on a fake smile.
She waltzed into the boardroom for our 8:30 am appointment at 10:30, because apparently, time stood still for Eva, not the other way around.
“Claire, darling!” Eva trilled, air-kissing my cheeks. “I’ve got the most fabulous idea for my new product line!”
“Eva... we talked about this. You’re two hours late.”