The Perfect Game: A Young Adult Romance (Rosemont High Baseball Book 2)
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The thought sparked an idea and she said, “Yes, but we want to make it user-friendly. Something people can use no matter their skill-level with technology. We match couples from age eighteen up as high as eighty so far. We at Love, Austen believe that everyone should have a chance at love, and for some, even a second.”
The man let out a sigh. “That's a great sentiment and I’m interested to see the inner-workings of your business. My question for you, Miss Austen, is how much do you trust in your matching program?”
“Excuse me?”
“Do you have a boyfriend, husband, or significant other?”
She opened her mouth but found the air too thick to swallow. The closest thing to a boyfriend was the stock photo in the silver frame Tiffany had given her for her last birthday. Her family was almost non-existent and her life was her business, making it difficult for picture-worthy moments.
“Boyfriend? I have a...boy-friend.” She smacked herself on the forehead, hoping he hadn’t heard it. Liquid slurping echoed from the other end and she frowned. She was sweating over a simple word and he was smacking his lips in her ear.
Mr. Allred cleared his throat and said, “Perfect. We look forward to meeting him.”
Another pause on the line sent Meg’s mind into overdrive. What had she been thinking? Did they expect her to run all the numbers and matching for said boyfriend as well? She pictured some men she’d met wanting to be matched in the last few months and found herself cringing to think of even holding their hands.
Sound came from the other line again, pulling her back to the present. “For our company to get an overall picture of your business, we will be sending someone to take a look at the place, your processes, and any other details we might need to consider. If you have any special events coming up, please notify our office. Client experiences are valuable to the final decision and we weigh those considerably higher than the basic information. We hope to have an answer to you in the next thirty days.”
“You'll come to my office?” Why was her brain moving in slow motion?
“Yes, like I said before, we like to get the overall picture rather than just the numbers on paper.”
Thirty days. One month. She picked up the unopened envelopes. They symbolized money lost. An urgency to start development on the app right away hit her, just as it had every day over the past six months. Her account balance showed little of her scrimping habits and as she thought about it, thirty days was much better than having to save for the next ten to twenty years.
“Okay. Call me when your people will be by.”
Hanging up the phone, Meg laid her head on the desk, lifting and dropping it, repeating the action a few times. Who said doing something she loved wouldn’t feel like work?
Check out Meg & Parker’s story in Love, Austen
Also by Britney M. Mills
Rosemont High Baseball Series
The Love, Austen Series
The International Billionaire Series
Sage Creek Small Town Series
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