scowled, adamant

He’d been sitting at his desk, reading over her resume again, trying to find an excuse not to hire this one on sight. Most applicants hadn’t even been close; Jeff had turned away twenty. The work was starting to back up on him, but Jeff reminded himself each morning that bad help was worse than no help. The summer before, he’d been severely burned by the assistant Jack had hired for him, and Jeff didn’t want that kind of trouble again. He’d spent six weeks undoing the mess Ben had made, three weeks more than it probably would have taken to just do the job by himself. Jeff scowled, adamant he would not go through that again.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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