The Blind Date by Landish, Lauren (suggested reading .txt) 📕

possibility and opportunity before committing. Whether it’s a mortgage, a mutual fund, a second date, or . . . more.

“See you Friday night?” I offer.

“You know it. I’ll bring the wine, as always.” Eli has much better taste in wine than either me or Arielle, who would happily pop a twisty straw in a box of Franzia and sip it like an adult Capri Sun, so wine is his self-given assignment.

“I’ll make sure I’ve got clean wine glasses and a charcuterie board for us to nibble on.”

Eli blinks slowly, surprised. “Listen to you, fancy-pants. Did you say charcuterie?”

I laugh. “You wouldn’t be impressed if you knew I had to mentally say shark-cuter-ie in my head before I say it aloud. Same as Wed-nes-day every time I have to spell it.”

His laugh is slow and deep as he shakes his head. “Finding you a Mr. Right might be harder than I thought, but I’ll trust that Arielle has a plan. She always does.”

Chapter 2 Noah

“You know what your problem is, Noah?” my best friend and colleague, River Watson, asks me as I check over my appearance in the mirror on the wall of my office. “You’re too damn uptight.”

Running my fingers through my hair, I straighten my suit coat for the third time before evening out the cufflinks of my dress shirt and shifting my tie. “You’re just now figuring that out? That might make your problem an utter lack of observation.”

Quirking my brow, I turn to appraise River, who’s perched on the corner of my desk and eying me with a critical smirk. Like me, he’s dressed smoothly in dress pants and a tie, though minus the suit coat, his golden blond hair perfectly styled. He chuckles dismissively. “You and I both know that’s not true. I see everything, know everything.” His tone goes hollow and ominous.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

There’s nothing. River and I have been best friends for years at this point. We’ve seen each other at our best and our worst.

“That the Red Queen is never going to let you gain too much power,” River supplies readily, “no matter how hard you work. She’s not ready to go anywhere and is not the type to share.”

Shit. He knows how to hit below the belt. Not to my balls, but to my weakest point—my ambition.

He’s speaking of the CEO of Life Corp, Elisa Montgomery. Or ‘Lady Elisa’, as most of her employees call her, a nickname that definitely fits her royal demeanor.

A woman of extreme intelligence, she’s headed Life Corp for the better part of a decade, and for good reason. She’s a shrewd leader with exceptional judgment who surrounds herself with impeccable talent. I definitely count her among my mentors.

To say she rules Life Corp with an iron fist is an understatement, and it’s known to everyone that she does so in a paradoxical manner. On one hand, she loves to see her employees work together to inspire creativity and innovation. She’s generous almost to a fault with her reward when someone or some team comes up with a new idea.

On the other hand, if you piss her off or threaten her ‘tribe’, she’s scarier than a queen of Westeros. Then it’s not business, it’s a blood sport, and she’s not leaving the sands of that particular arena until she stands victorious.

Most of Life Corp’s competitors have learned to compete with us politely because of it. Because if you don’t? Lady Elisa will buy you out, absorb your company, and leave you on the nearest street corner. She’ll warn you once, then crush you like a fly.

Arguing over who’s right or wrong about a situation has been a consistent back and forth between River and me, stretching back to our early days. It’s what makes us great friends and even better people. I push hard on something, and Riv always pushes back. We challenge each other to be greater and recognize that together, we’re both more than we’d be alone.

It was during our sophomore year in college, forced together as partners by proximity in the small Modern Business Technology classroom, that we came up with an idea that has changed both of our lives. Friendzone, a social media app.

What began as an assignment to create a profitable product or service, research it, and attempt to see it through to fruition really seemed possible with us both working on it with full focus. We did everything we could, crowdfunding to get capital to outsource what we couldn’t do ourselves and learning what to do and not to do along the way.

We had dreams of it being an instant hit, taking off like a rocket, with us becoming self-made millionaires before the ink dried on our diplomas. The truth isn’t nearly as impressive, but what Friendzone did do was get the attention of Lady Elisa. Though we weren’t competitors, and we thankfully didn’t get squished like a bug, Elisa worked us like the newbie businessmen we were, buying Friendzone from us for a reasonable price and offering both River and me jobs at Life Corp.

Not being my own boss chafes sometimes, but I realize that I have a lot to learn, and getting first-hand business experience at Lady Elisa’s side is worth the time I have to put in paying my dues.

Especially when she agreed to foster and fund our latest app idea, BlindDate. River and I have been busting ass on it for over a year, and we went live a month ago. And now, it’s time to face the music and get Elisa’s take on the success or failure of our launch.

“Just remember,” Riv says as we leave my office, “you’re good enough, you’re smart enough, and dammit, people like you.” His hyper-earnest tone is annoying in a smile-inducing way, but I fight it and instead snort derisively because he’s not exactly correct.

I’m a bit of a pessimist, someone who doesn’t expect the zombie apocalypse, but at the same time, I’ve got a bugout bag ready in