Undercover Billionaire Boss

“Oh. Yeah. That.”

“Yeah. That.”

The phone rang just then and Kelly picked it up. When she finished, she turned to Raina.

“The handyman guy is in the lobby waiting for you. You have an interview?”

“Oh, right.” She looked at her watch. “I lost track of time.” Raina said. “Well, I hope this applicant is finally the right one. See you later.”

He stood out like a sore thumb from the rest of the people in the lobby.

He wore a tattered baseball cap on his head and a shabby but clean jacket, and he had a stubbly beard, which was unusual for people in hospitality, even if they were just handymen.

That wasn’t what made him stick out though. What made him stick out is that he stood there like he belonged there. He had a quiet confidence that demanded attention, and the looks to back it up.

He was on the younger side of the other applicants she had seen. Most of them had been older men, in their sixties, former contractors who were looking to slow down a bit before retirement. This guy was—well, for lack of a better word—he was virile. He was broad shouldered and slim hipped, wearing jeans that looked like they had been cut just for him and showed off his height. He was tall, but that wasn’t what made him imposing—that was due to the manner in which he carried himself. He had an easy manner that most working-class people didn’t have when they entered the Del Mar.

Raina took it all in while she walked across the intricate mosaic-tiled floor of the expansive lobby. When he saw her walking towards him, he stood up. He was a tall man, with penetrating grey eyes and dark brown hair peeking out from under the cap. She noted, unfavorably, that he didn’t remove it when he reached out to shake her hand.

“Hi, my name is Raina; I’m the manager of the hotel,” Raina said and stuck out her hand. “You’re here about the handyman job?”

“Yes, that’s right. Hi, I’m Christopher Smith. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Well, come this way,” Raina said and led the way to her office.

She pushed the door open and held it while Christopher entered. He towered over her by almost a foot and Raina was not a short woman.

She invited him to sit down, and when he bent his long frame, she noticed the label of his jeans. They were from Wal-Mart and they looked brand new. He’d missed taking off one of the tags which was hanging on the side of the waistband. She felt a twinge of pity surge through her as she imagined him spending his last pennies on new clothes to try and make a good impression.

The rest of him indicated he had seen hard times recently. His flannel shirt was neat, but well-worn, with the red color fading at the collar. Raina felt a jolt of sympathy for him when she realized that he was probably a man who had done well for himself at one point, and then seen his circumstances change. A lot of people had lot their jobs during the recession and never quite recovered. She wondered if he was one of them.

She took an interview form from the top drawer of her desk, looked up at Christopher, and smiled. She wanted him to be as at ease with her as possible.

“Tell me about yourself, Christopher,” she invited.

“Well, I have a bit of experience in maintenance although I haven’t done it in a while now,” he said in a pleasing, deep voice. He gave her a half-smile which seemed a bit apologetic.

“You’ve been out of work for a long time?”

He hesitated. “Something like that. I used to be in a different line of work.”

It confirmed what Raina suspected. This was a man who needed a job.

Judging from the quiet, confident way he spoke, Raina guessed he might have had experience in management. She glanced at his resume. It was pretty impressive, a lot of jobs with large construction companies, and she would have thought that with his qualifications, he would have looked for a job out in the field as a supervisor or something. Still, Raina respected people who were willing to start at the bottom.

She grew sympathetic as he told her his story of how the construction jobs had fallen off when the banks stopped lending mortgages for new builds. Not wanting to dwell on that, she quickly moved on.

“Tell me, what do you know about the Del Mar group of hotels?” Raina said.

She listened with growing respect as Christopher trailed off the facts of the group, from its inception and ending with the name of the owner.

“I’m impressed; you’ve done your homework,” she said.

“Thank you,” Christopher said with a ghost of a smile.

Raina honed in on his experience.

“Most of this job is general maintenance—one minute you may be called to change a light bulb and the next to fix a leaking tap. Is that all right with you?”