Her plane had landed an hour ago, but the heavy rush-hour traffic from the airport would probably double her half-hour commute. He checked his cell, expecting an irate phone call when she discovered the car he’d sent to fetch her wasn’t taking her to her house but to his. Being separated from her for a month had taken its toll on him both professionally and personally. He’d gone through three temps, the longest one lasting nine business days before dissolving into tears. “Impossible to find good help,” he muttered, turning into his driveway, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the armrest as the wrought iron gates swung open. The neighborhood where he’d built was an eclectic mix—mid-century ranches and twenty-first-century mansions. Close to downtown Houston and boasting a highly desirable school system, many people, himself included, had bought an older home on a large lot with mature trees and torn down the house to make way for a mini estate. A black town car idled near the front door.
What do You think about A Win-Win Proposition (2011)?
