Fight For Me Read online

  Contents

  Also By Claudia Burgoa

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Epilogue

  Excerpt

  Fall for Me

  Perfect for Me

  Where can I find them?

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also By Claudia Burgoa

  Copyright © 2017 by Claudia Burgoa

  (Released on 2017 under the name of Fervent)

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, distributed, stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic, photocopying, mechanical or otherwise, without express permission of the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, brands, media, places, story lines and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, or any events or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products, brands, and-or restaurants referenced in this work of fiction, of which have been used without permission. The use of these trademarks is not authorized with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Cover by Hang Le

  Editors:

  Paulina Burgoa

  Tori Peck

  Christine Yates

  Created with Vellum

  Also By Claudia Burgoa

  The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers Series

  * * *

  Loved You Once

  A Moment Like You

  Defying Our Forever

  Call You Mine

  As We Are

  Yours to Keep

  September 2021

  * * *

  Luna Harbor (2021/2022)

  Finally You

  Simply You

  Truly You

  Always You

  Perfectly You

  Madly You

  Second Chance Sinners Duet

  Pieces of Us

  Somehow Finding Us

  Against All Odds Series

  Wrong Text, Right Love

  Didn’t Expect You

  Love Like Her

  Against All Odds: The St. James Family

  Until Next Time, Love

  Something Like Love

  Betting on Love

  Accidentaly in Love

  Waiting for Love

  * * *

  The Spearman Brothers

  Maybe Later

  Then He Happened

  Once Upon a Holiday

  Almost Perfect

  * * *

  My One

  My One Regret

  My One Despair

  * * *

  The Everhart Brothers

  * * *

  Fall for Me

  Fight for Me

  Perfect for Me

  Forever with Me

  Standalones

  Us After You

  Someday, Somehow

  Chasing Fireflies

  Something Like Hate

  Until I Fall

  Finding My Reason

  Christmas in Kentbury

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  Chaotic Love Duet

  Begin with You

  Back to You

  * * *

  Unexpected Series

  Uncharted

  Uncut

  Undefeated

  Unlike Any Other

  Decker the Halls

  Co-writing

  Holiday with You

  To All the amazing people who became a part of this book. For those brave souls who take life as a journey to find themselves and always stand up when they fall—gracefully.

  “My heart might be bruised, but it will recover and become capable of seeing the beauty of life once more. It's happened before, it will happen again, I'm sure. When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive—I'll find love again.”

  ― Paulo Coelho, The Zahir

  Chapter One

  Luna

  The Bureau doesn't pay me enough to pretend that I’m anxious and overly excited to “land the job of a lifetime,” or whatever these executives expect me to say. Still, if I land this I could finally be on the field. Time to buck up.

  “If you had only one word to describe yourself, what would it be?”

  “Hazel, work-related questions only.” Scott Everhart, CEO of Everhart Enterprises, cuts Hazel Beesley, his right hand, off.

  “Fine,” she huffs and asks, “How do you compensate for your weaknesses?”

  I look away from Scott, deliberately turning my attention to Hazel Beesley. “I recognize them. Accept them, and most importantly I use my strengths to compensate them.”

  She smiles, satisfied with my answer. According to my research, she’s not only Scott’s right hand, but her opinion weighs more than his own. She is the Vice President of Beesley Enterprises. She’s also been featured in several business magazines as one of the most powerful women under thirty. While investigating the company, we didn’t find much about their personal lives, but Lucas and I gathered that if I get on her good side, I get the job.

  “What are your strengths?” Scott asks the next question.

  “I’m determined, loyal.” I turn to Scott, straightening my back. “My strengths and flaws aren’t what define me or my work. It’s the dedication and enthusiasm that I bring to the table while balancing my best assets and the challenges that the job brings.”

  Their faces remain stoic. I wish I had flown to New York for this interview. It would be easier for me to read their body language in person. From where I sit in my grandmother’s kitchen, it’s impossible to get a read on if they are interested or not. Then, there’s the fact that I need to keep an eye on my grandparents.

  Multitasking is proving to be harder than I thought. I’m keeping one eye on the screen and the other one at the entrance of the kitchen to ensure that my dear abuelita stays away. Nothing ruins a job interview like the lovely woman offering me food, reminding me that I’m “too skinny” and with my “narrow hips and tiny ass,” I’m never going to find a man.

  After she reminds me of how lonely I am, I’ll politely tell her that she’s wrong. My ass is huge, my hips are fine, and I don’t need a man.

  That subject is not fit for an important job interview.

  “Describe a time when you were asked to do something you weren’t trained to do. How did you handle it?” Scott asks a question I’m not sure how to answer. I never interviewed for an office job before. I decide to use my experience with the Bureau.

  I perk up, flashing my best smile.

  “There have been several times where I’ve had to steer away from
my comfort zone. I guess the most recent was when my boss had a car accident. I had to step into his shoes. It was a different role for me, but I took charge during the difficult moments, and in the end, everything worked out as we planned.”

  “Difficult moments?” Hazel emphasizes.

  I nod. “We had a meeting with a potential client.” I reach for my glass of water and take a few sips. “Negotiating contracts when there’s a better choice within the price range for the client is challenging. I had to find a way to convince them that, even though my offer wasn’t as attractive, it was the right one in the long run.”

  “That’s the attitude we want for this position,” Hazel says with an approving smile.

  I bet she’d be changing her tune if she knew the “better offer” was twenty years in jail instead of dying at the hands of a Colombian cartel. I smile back at her, waiting patiently for the next question.

  “My goal is to bring a new business approach to the company while following the philosophy of Everhart Enterprises.” I mark off that talking point in my notebook with a squiggly line, making sure I don’t repeat it during the rest of the interview.

  I wait for them to speak. Trying not to keep my gaze on the camera and not wandering toward the door. Though, I still need to keep an eye on my abuela. She’s loud, and yet, she’s pretty silent when she moves around. In another life, she could’ve been a great undercover agent.

  “If we offer you the job, how soon can you start?” Scott inquires after a long pause.

  How about now? I think to myself impatiently. They don’t know how important it is for me to start with my investigation. If I could, I’d have arrived in New York weeks ago. However, my supervisor is an asshole who is setting me up to fail. Who tells an asset to go and get yourself a job? My boss, apparently. I’ll show him that I can find a job and do my work at the same time.

  “It depends. As I said at the beginning of the interview, my dream is to live in New York. I love my current job, but I would like to find just the right position and company where I can grow,” I lie easily.

  For a moment, I feel a little sorry for what will inevitably be a waste of their time. The reminder that my job is to catch human traffickers and save children dissipates the guilt. For now, they have to think that I’m the best out there, that they’re lucky to have me, even though the only business transactions I’ve made in my life are when I go shopping. I know about balancing my checkbook, but I don’t do it often.

  “How soon are you planning to make a decision?” I pull out my phone, checking the calendar.

  “We need someone who can start within a week,” Hazel responds. “Would you be able to move to New York that fast? How about housing?”

  “Yes, I will. A friend of a friend is subletting me his apartment,” I lie again because Lucas, my brother, hasn’t confirmed anything about housing. I text him right away.

  Luna: Is the apartment available?

  Lucas: What apartment?

  Luna: I’m moving to New York. Remember?

  “New York is my dream city. I want to live there. At least for a few years.”

  “What about your other job?”

  “I have some vacation time accumulated.” The lies are coming quicker now that I can feel how close I am to my goal. I offer up a smile, trying to get a guaranteed yes. “If you offer me the job, I can start as early as next week. That gives me plenty of time to pack and say my goodbyes—while still giving my two-week notice.”

  My phone buzzes. I glance and check my brother’s response.

  Lucas: You shouldn’t be doing any undercover work.

  I almost roll my eyes. The men in my life just don’t understand that I’m a grown woman who has a career she loves and could use their support.

  Luna: It isn’t optional.

  “Do you have any questions for us?” Scott asks.

  “Can you tell me more about the day-to-day responsibilities of this job?” I click on my recorder and continue texting my brother.

  Lucas: I’m still in denial.

  He doesn’t get it, does he? I don’t choose my assignments. If he and my father don’t like them, it doesn’t matter.

  Luna: Well, my situation is that I am moving to New York soon. Is the apartment available?

  Lucas: Yes, the place is yours for at least six months.

  Luna: Thank you. You can always come visit.

  Lucas: Have you told Abue about it?

  Luna: Once I have secured a job and the transfer, I’ll make sure our father is the one who takes the bullet. :D

  “What is the typical career path for someone in this role?” I continue with my questions toward my interviewers.

  Lucas: You’re evil and smart.

  I learned from his past experiences. A few years back he moved temporarily to San Francisco. He told Abuela that he was leaving weeks before it happened. Worst idea ever. Every day she brought her best guilt-trip game. She played the I’m going to die before you’re back card more often than she drank her café con leche. She drinks at least ten cups a day, insisting that it keeps her younger. I love her dearly. She’s like a mother to me, which is exactly why I can’t handle those guilt trips.

  It won’t be long before my grandmother takes the train to New York to drag me back. Moving from Alexandria to NYC is going to give her a heart attack. I choose to miss the drama. I don’t know how long I’m staying in Manhattan, but I’ll make sure to take the train at least once a month on the weekends, unlike Lucas who never came to visit us. She almost disowned him.

  How can he put his job before family?

  Family comes first.

  We should remain together.

  If it were up to her, we would be living in the same neighborhood, the same city at the very least. She would love me the most if I lived next door. After marrying a good Mexican man (or a hot Latino), of course. That’s what good girls do. She thinks I’m still a virgin because no “granddaughter of hers will be deflowered before she marries.”

  Sex, grandma, it’s called sex.

  I stare at the monitor, listening to Hazel Beesley speak about the incredible career track ahead of me, about all of the benefits and opportunities within the company. They sound great, but I don’t care much about the business world. My attention goes back to my conversation with Lucas.

  Luna: I’m not evil. I just choose not to face the telenovela scene.

  Lucas: Change your phone number and your name, and perhaps she won’t find you.

  Luna: She’ll send the hellhounds.

  “What are the next steps in the interview process?” I ask, hoping that they haven’t noticed that I’m only half-listening to the conversation.

  “We have a few other candidates to interview today,” Scott answers promptly. “We will be making a decision as early as Friday.”

  “Once we make that decision, we will want to move fast,” Hazel continues.

  I reach for my pen to write down Hazel’s cell number when I hear the door opening. Grandpa needs to put some oil on it. And damn it. I needed just a few more minutes.

  “Mijita, estas preparando el almuerzo?” My grandma and her timing. Is she serious? Sorry, but I can’t prepare lunch and find a job at the same time, Abue. She enters the kitchen with my abuelo right behind her. He gives me a slight shrug. Yeah, I know he did his best to stall her.

  “Me da gusto que ya dejaste ese trabajo en la polícia. Porque eso es solo para hombres,” she continues.

  I flinch. Why is she saying that? I cross my fingers, hoping that they don’t know Spanish or that their knowledge of the Spanish language is limited to the basics. If not, my cover has been compromised before it even began.

  She’s back with her damn lecture that what I do is only for men, but at least she didn’t mention the FBI. Her old-school attitude irritates me. I might stay in New York forever.

  “Well, that’s all for now.” Hazel is the first one to speak after the embarrassing silence created by the intruders in the kitchen.
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  “Yes, I think that’s all we needed to know.” Scott’s jaw sets and nods once toward Hazel who shakes her head slightly. I serve the screen a charming smile, hoping they have no idea what Abuelita said. “Have a good lunch, Miss Galvez.”

  “Thank you for your time.” I huff, turning off the video call.

  My stomach churns. It’s either hunger or my gut telling me that I flunked the interview. Going to my browser, I pull up my daily horoscope.

  Under today’s outspoken moon, uttering out the first thing that comes to mind is an unsafe action. Unless, of course, you’ve got an ingenious idea.

  Oh, God. I didn’t say anything stupid, but it was stupid to have the interview at home.

  Carajo.

  Why didn’t I read this before I scheduled the time?

  Luna: I need to continue my search.

  Lucas: For what?

  Luna: The undercover job so I can do my real job.

  Lucas: I thought you already had it. Not that I want you to leave.

  Luna: Well, my horoscope said so, and Abue entered the kitchen right when I was about to end the interview.

  Lucas: You have to stop reading that shit. You’re so smart. I just don’t get why you base 99% of your decisions on what those sites say.