Blank: Alpha Billionaire Romance by Cassie Wild

when I sat down in his office. “I’m so glad to see you’ve recovered.”
    “And I’m so grateful for how supportive the school has been,” I told him.
    With the rest of my mail was a series of letters from the college, assuring me that my scholarship still stood. Rather than failing me, since I hadn’t finished the semester, they put me on hold. That way I didn’t have to lose the money because of poor grades and a failure to register for classes in the spring semester.
    “You have the option of making up the work on your own this semester and returning full-time in the Fall,” my advisor told me now. “You were earning straight A’s in every course. All of your instructors were impressed. I know that they would be happy to work with you to help keep your college career moving in the right direction.”
    I agreed to his plan and hoped that my memory would return by the start of the following semester. Without my memories of previous classes, it would be like starting from scratch. By Thursday, my list of things to do had shrunk, and at the top was what Ava was calling “Operation: Get Preslee a Job.”
    Thankfully, my resume was still saved on my laptop. I’d apparently used it to land the job I’d had when I’d had my accident.
    “Preslee, it’s so good to hear your voice again.” Surprisingly, the HR person sounded happy to hear from me.
    “Thanks,” I replied. I had no idea exactly who she was and what our relationship had been like, of course, so I played it neutral. “I’m calling because I’m trying to update my resume and would like to speak to whomever would be able to tell me exactly what it was I did there, and my proficiency in the tasks I performed. My long-term memory was damaged in the accident, so I have no way of providing this information on my own. Also, is there any way to secure references or recommendations?”
    “Sure, Preslee,” she said after a moment’s hesitation. “I know Tom would love to help you in any way he can.”
    So my boss’ name had been Tom. Good to know. After a heartfelt conversation with my former boss, my resume was updated, and I was assured that I’d receive a glowing recommendation. All that was left to do was get an interview somewhere.
    “What about this one?” Ava read aloud, “Executive assistant to high-powered CEO? Base pay is sixty grand a year.”
    I shook my head. “Too much responsibility. And I don’t have enough experience.”
    “What about office clerk?”
    “I don’t think that pays enough, does it? I’m going to be paying off these medical bills for a long time.”
    “Yeah,” she agreed. “This is only like ten dollars an hour.” She sighed.
    “I’ll find something,” I assured her. “Maybe I just need to start thinking outside the box.”
    “What do you mean?” I motioned toward my screen. I’d found several virtual assistant listings. “What if I took on a few clients and worked for them virtually? That would eliminate the need to commute, save on gas and car maintenance, and maybe even let me make my own schedule. What do you think?”
    “Why not? Give it a shot,” she encouraged. “A lot of businesses are run virtually. See?” she quipped, giving me a playful punch on the arm. “I told you that you were smart.”
    I laughed. “You know what, though?” I waited. “You’re pretty smart yourself.”
    “Psssh,” she said, self-deprecating and dismissive as she waved off my comment.
    “I mean it,” I insisted. “Look at everything you did for me. Looking for me, knowing what to save from my apartment so I could get my life together as easily as possible.” I put my laptop aside and turned to her. “You saved my life. You totally did. I don’t think I could ever repay you for everything you’ve done for me. You’re much smarter than you give yourself credit for.” I hugged her hard.
    “Like I told you,” she whispered over my shoulder, “you’re all I have in the world. I take care of what’s