"He's a Texan." Jane rolled her eyes as she read the information Mr. Jerry Greene gave her. Mr. Greene snickered at her worried expression when she looked up from the paper at him. "He has to get his affairs in order. He has an inheritance left to him by his grandfather, and it's quite a bit of money. His Uncle Henry, one of my old college friends, wanted the best, so I am giving him my best."
Henry Thorne had lost his wife, Savanah, a few months ago to cancer. Jerry had put these two together. People said that he had a sixth sense of matchmaking personalities and goals in couples. So Henry wanted him to help his nephew Carter find that woman he needed. Jerry knew Carter. The cowboy was a good man. Even though his heart broke for his aunt, Carter still needed someone. And Jerry was staring at her across his desk.
The air left Jane's lungs when she saw the staggering amount of money the Texan would inherit on his twenty-sixth birthday in three months. "Forty-two million dollars, Mr. Green. I have only been here for eight months. I'm fresh out of college. Don't you think one of the seasoned employees would be wiser?"
Jerry shook his head at her words. Jane did not want to leave Ohio. She was the only black woman ever employed at his firm, his favorite, perfect employee, and was already dead at twenty-three. She had her life already scripted and never deviated from that path. He had never seen her laugh or spend time with anyone other than her computer or phone. She had no life and seemed completely fine with her situation. Jerry was not okay with it.
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Me Carter; you Jane
ChickLitJane Flowers was the first black woman partner at the prestigious accounting firm of Greene and Associtates. She had a specific plan on how her life would evolve, and it did not include the loud and bold cowboy millionaire named Carter Thorne. He, h...