Chase Part 2: A New Adult and College Billionaire Romance (Chase Me Billionaire Romance Series) by Chloe Grey
Authors: Chloe Grey
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Chapter 1
Chase wasn’t sure what to expect on his first day at work. He had driven in with Jose, who planned to introduce him to the shop manager. He wanted to make sure Chase had a good start. The auto shop was like many others he had seen. It was in an attractive building with a five-bay garage. The sound of air tools echoed against the concrete industrial buildings across the street, and the sun beat down on Chase as he climbed out of the car. He followed Jose into the garage. Classic rock music played loudly in the back.
“David,” Jose called out, looking across the garage, past the lifts and a couple vehicles suspended in the air. “You around?”
A gray haired man, large and muscular, made his way over to Jose and Chase. He was wearing a worn blue t-shirt and work pants. “Hey, Jose! Good to see you. Is this the guy you were talking about?”
“Yep. David, meet Chase. Chase, this is David, the head mechanic and manager here. He’s the guy you’re going to have to impress.”
Immediately, David zeroed in on Chase as he wiped his hands on a clean shop towel. Jose stood by and waited.
“Good to meet you, man,” David said, shaking Chase’s hand.
“Nice to meet you too, sir.”
“Well, this is mostly a formality. The big man wants you working her no matter what. But still, what experience do you have?”
“I’ve been working on cars ever since I was old enough to hold a socket wrench.” Chase heard the confidence in his voice, and it surprised him. “My father was a mechanic until he went off sick, and he taught me some things. I worked at a shop with him after school and on weekends, and on school breaks. The rest I picked up through experience. I know my way around a car, and some bikes, well enough to be able to help you, I think.”
“Good.” David seemed to be sizing him up.
“I, uh…I don’t have a resume or anything, though.”
“That’s fine. Paper doesn’t prove much. But come on in. Let’s see what you can do.” He gestured toward the other side of the garage.
Chase followed him, and Jose hung back. When they reached the fifth bay, David pointed to a Honda that was sitting there with the hood open. Because of his experience working with his father, Chase could tell the car was a 1994 model, which meant it fell into the first generation of on-board diagnostics. He quickly assessed the situation, everything he could tell just by looking at it, and then glanced at David, wondering what he wanted him to do.
Without preamble, David said, “Give it a quick inspection, and tell me a little bit about what’s wrong with it. No need to go too crazy,” he chuckled. “I just want to get a feel for what you know.”
Chase nodded, and did as he was told without another word. He climbed into the car—which smelled of stale cigarettes—and tried to start the engine. He listened closely for the clicking of the solenoid. After a moment, when the car refused to start, Chase climbed out.
“I’d say there’s a problem with the alternator,” he announced.
David nodded, seeming pleased, but his facial expression gave nothing away.
Chase stepped around to the front of the car and reached down to inspect the belts. They were slightly loose, worn and frayed on the edges. “Alternator belt needs replacing. I would replace all the belts. I would also test the alternator, because I think it’s probably dead. And maybe—”
David raised a hand. “That’s fine. No need to continue,” he smiled warmly. “You already had the job, but you can do more than clean shop floors and oil changes. You seem to know what you’re talking about. This car is your first repair.”
Surprising himself, Chase laughed. “I can do that.” As he breathed deeply, he realized he’d forgotten how much he loved the smell of engine grease. “Thank you, David.”
The two men shook hands.
“There are lockers around back, and a few spare coveralls in the stock room. I’ll show
Chase wasn’t sure what to expect on his first day at work. He had driven in with Jose, who planned to introduce him to the shop manager. He wanted to make sure Chase had a good start. The auto shop was like many others he had seen. It was in an attractive building with a five-bay garage. The sound of air tools echoed against the concrete industrial buildings across the street, and the sun beat down on Chase as he climbed out of the car. He followed Jose into the garage. Classic rock music played loudly in the back.
“David,” Jose called out, looking across the garage, past the lifts and a couple vehicles suspended in the air. “You around?”
A gray haired man, large and muscular, made his way over to Jose and Chase. He was wearing a worn blue t-shirt and work pants. “Hey, Jose! Good to see you. Is this the guy you were talking about?”
“Yep. David, meet Chase. Chase, this is David, the head mechanic and manager here. He’s the guy you’re going to have to impress.”
Immediately, David zeroed in on Chase as he wiped his hands on a clean shop towel. Jose stood by and waited.
“Good to meet you, man,” David said, shaking Chase’s hand.
“Nice to meet you too, sir.”
“Well, this is mostly a formality. The big man wants you working her no matter what. But still, what experience do you have?”
“I’ve been working on cars ever since I was old enough to hold a socket wrench.” Chase heard the confidence in his voice, and it surprised him. “My father was a mechanic until he went off sick, and he taught me some things. I worked at a shop with him after school and on weekends, and on school breaks. The rest I picked up through experience. I know my way around a car, and some bikes, well enough to be able to help you, I think.”
“Good.” David seemed to be sizing him up.
“I, uh…I don’t have a resume or anything, though.”
“That’s fine. Paper doesn’t prove much. But come on in. Let’s see what you can do.” He gestured toward the other side of the garage.
Chase followed him, and Jose hung back. When they reached the fifth bay, David pointed to a Honda that was sitting there with the hood open. Because of his experience working with his father, Chase could tell the car was a 1994 model, which meant it fell into the first generation of on-board diagnostics. He quickly assessed the situation, everything he could tell just by looking at it, and then glanced at David, wondering what he wanted him to do.
Without preamble, David said, “Give it a quick inspection, and tell me a little bit about what’s wrong with it. No need to go too crazy,” he chuckled. “I just want to get a feel for what you know.”
Chase nodded, and did as he was told without another word. He climbed into the car—which smelled of stale cigarettes—and tried to start the engine. He listened closely for the clicking of the solenoid. After a moment, when the car refused to start, Chase climbed out.
“I’d say there’s a problem with the alternator,” he announced.
David nodded, seeming pleased, but his facial expression gave nothing away.
Chase stepped around to the front of the car and reached down to inspect the belts. They were slightly loose, worn and frayed on the edges. “Alternator belt needs replacing. I would replace all the belts. I would also test the alternator, because I think it’s probably dead. And maybe—”
David raised a hand. “That’s fine. No need to continue,” he smiled warmly. “You already had the job, but you can do more than clean shop floors and oil changes. You seem to know what you’re talking about. This car is your first repair.”
Surprising himself, Chase laughed. “I can do that.” As he breathed deeply, he realized he’d forgotten how much he loved the smell of engine grease. “Thank you, David.”
The two men shook hands.
“There are lockers around back, and a few spare coveralls in the stock room. I’ll show
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