Kai was normally careful, but with a pint in her system the fighting Celt tended to slip the leash.
Which was why she waited to be interviewed for a job below her capabilities and pay grade.
The bored-looking receptionist’s phone bleeped.
She listened then beckoned Kai.
She pointed. Not the way the other applicants had been sent. Kai was intrigued.
The man in room fifteen waved her to a seat.
“Did you call Smethwick a ‘gutless asshat’?”
“Yes. He is one…”
“Will you promise not to call me an asshat?”
He extended a hand. “You’re hired.”