Sebastian Farrelli cruised down the road, annoyed that the weather alert had made him keep the top up on his convertible today. He much preferred to feel the warm sun and have the air blow through his hair as he drove. He focused on enjoying the sights instead.

The grass and leaves were bright green from all the recent rain. The sky looked gray, though, and it gave everything a dampened look. Maybe music would help. He turned up the volume, and a car at the side of the road caught his eye as the first rain drops started.

He glanced over and saw a piece of junk and a woman standing in front of it. Smoke poured from the hood and she was crying. Her dress clung to her, and her dark hair framed her face. Well, he had no time for charity today. Except that the rain was getting worse. He drove another few minutes, but the rain was so loud, he couldn’t think of anything else except that woman.

If she hadn’t been so beautiful, he might not have bothered. But she was beautiful, and she seemed to be alone. He turned around and pulled over near her car.

It was still pouring, and now she was inside the car. He pulled up beside her so he could put the window down and not get wet.

“Hey there,” he shouted.

She lowered window—crank style no less. How old was her car?

“Do you need any help?”

She stared back at him, wide-eyed, her dark hair in wet strands around her face. Her mouth hung open, but she said nothing.

“Are you okay?” He was starting to get annoyed now. He didn’t have time for this. This was what he got for being nice. This was why he didn’t bother most of the time.

“You’re—you’re—”

“Sebastian Farrelli.”

She nodded.

“I know. So, can I call someone for you? Is someone on their way?”

“No. There’s no one.”

“Do you have some kind of roadside assistance?”

She shook her head. “I, umm… Can’t really afford anything like that. I was on my way to a job interview, but I probably missed it now.”

Her chin quivered when she said it. She was obviously very upset about missing the interview. She gained a little respect in his eyes. He hated when people refused to work and just played the system. She might be poor, but she was getting out there and trying to make her life better. Nothing wrong with that. And that, he might be able to help with better than he could with her car. He knew tons of business people in this city and had more influence than most.

“Who was the interview with?” he asked.

“Actually…” She looked down and her cheeks grew pink. “Your company.”

“Really? What position?”

“Accounting.”

He knew that if she had gotten an interview, she had either the right experience or the right education. Farrelli Company didn’t make a habit of giving out interviews unless they were sure the candidate could do the job well. Getting the interview was almost as difficult as getting the job, and that’s the way he wanted it for all positions.

He picked up his phone and called Jacob, the head of the accounting department.

“Hi Mr. Farrelli,” Jacob said, “What can I do for you, sir?”

“You had an interview today with a miss…” He looked at her for an answer.

“Amelia Foley,” she said.

“Amelia. Foley. I’m sitting with her on the side of the road, waiting for her car to be towed. I’d like you to make time to interview her whenever she gets there. Could be hours from now.”

“Absolutely. No problem, sir.”

“Thanks Jacob.” He ended the call. “That takes care of that. No what do you want to do about the car?”

She gasped. “I still have the interview?”

“That was the head of the department I just talked to. He’ll interview you whenever you get there. Who is your mechanic? I’ll call a tow truck.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. You’ve done so much for me already. Thank you.”

He blew out a breath, annoyed. Clearly, this woman could not afford any serious repairs, and judging by the look of her car, it would likely be expensive to fix.

He first called for a car to pick her up and take her to his office for her interview, then he called his personal mechanic.

“Hey Scott, I have a car I need you to look at.” He gave their location. “It’ll need a tow. Get the car in the best working shape you can and put everything on my tab. Fix anything you find.”

“Will, do, Mr. Farrelli.”

By the time he looked back at Amelia, she was crying again. “Thank you, thank you. You didn’t have to do any of this. Thank you so much.”

“No problem. The car should be here soon. You okay to wait alone?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you. I don’t want to keep you from wherever you were going. Thank you. Really, I can’t tell you what this means to me.”

“It’s no problem. I try to do a good deed every now and then, and you clearly needed it. Good luck.”

“Thank you!” she called as he drove off.

Even with her hair wet, and maybe because of it, she was hot. He wondered if she was seeing anyone. She wasn’t wearing a ring. No. He shook his head. She wasn’t his type at all. He needed his girlfriends to have at least some sense of his world. Whoever he spent his time with had to be classy and know how to be discreet. Someone like Amelia, while beautiful and obviously intelligent enough to get an interview with his company, would probably hang on to this encounter for months, telling everyone she knew. It’d be all over Facebook before she got out of the car.

Well, that’s fine. Let it be known that he was charitable enough to stop and help a poor woman stranded on the side of the road. He couldn’t pay for PR that good. Maybe they should have taken a selfie together so she could have Instagrammed it.

At least he’d managed to make someone’s day. Even if his own was going to crap. She just might be the highlight of his whole week.