Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“You can’t do that.”
“The hell I can’t.”
“It’s our company and we can do it. This company has been bleeding from the inside out and now we know why. We have lawsuits coming from every angle and now we need to find out many you’ve covered up.”
“Sir, I can help fix this,” she pleads, standing up from her chair with her arms out.
“No you can’t.”
“Please. I’ll do anything,” she says, dropping to her knees in front of my brother who comically jumps back to giant steps.
“Don’t even try to flirt with me because that’s disgusting,” he barks out, wiping his leg as if she managed to touch him.
I called security from my desk before she stepped into the room, keeping them on hold. They were waiting outside my door, so I finally gave them the command, “Security, please have Ms. Basse gather her personal effects and be escorted from the building.”
They entered the room and took a kicking and screaming Ms. Carolyn Basse from my office. “We need to find what this Celeste Hoffman looks like.”
“Don’t tell me she fucking worked here the whole time.”
“Well you weren’t here for almost the entire exchange except for the first week.”
“Yes, but the layoffs didn’t happen for a week.”
“They never said who they were letting go.”
I call IT. “Can you give me the information on a former employee, like the photo for Celeste Hoffman?”
“Yes, sir. Do you want to hire her back? She’s going to be costly now.”
“Why is that?”
“She started her own private marketing firm and once clients learned she was fired, they ran with her. They hated Jason’s work. They rushed to her. She’s the only reason we had the deals we had. Her schedule was always busy, so it was a shock she was let go. She even had her own office, but she walked out without taking the month they offered her. She said if Jason was the expert they believed he was he could have her clients without needing her assistance.”
The picture comes through and it’s her. My Celeste. She was fired the day she ended up in my bed.
That’s my girl. I know it’s her. She was fucking demolished that day. Heart fucking broken, and I was the enemy. My work papers were all around the living area of the suite. If she saw even one of the headings she would have put two and two together and hightailed it out of there so fast.
“Thanks.”
My brother looks over my shoulder and slaps his hand on my desk. “Fuck. I saw her here.”
I spin my chair around and glare at him. She’s been right under my nose. “What? When? Before she was let go?”
He shakes his head. “No, about two months ago.” He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was in the lobby with Jill. We were kissing in the lobby. We heard a loud gasp, and then we turned to see her run out.”
I slam my fist down on the desk, sending some of the things to scatter. “Fuck me. She doesn’t know I have a twin and…”
“She saw me with my wife. I’m sorry.”
“Damn it. It’s not your fault.” Shaking my head, I stand up and pace. “I keep fucking breaking my future wife’s heart for no damn reason.”
“Well, now that you have her name and her address. What are you going to do about it?”
“I have to find her and make her understand she’s mine. I don’t have a wife, well until she signs the marriage certificate.” I grab her address and plug it into my maps and find she lives two fucking blocks from here. “You have to be fucking kidding me. She lives so damn close I can walk there.” I show him my phone and he starts laughing.
“Wow, you better get going.”
“What am I going to say?”
“That you didn’t fire her and that you’ll give her the world.”
“She’s already making the world happen for herself.”
I searched up her name and her company. She’s a private company not taking on new clients at the moment. She has twenty-five clients at the present moment. Holy fuck.
“I need to find her and talk her into letting me into her life. God, I miss her.”
“Good. I’ll handle everything from here.”
I rush out of my office and to the elevators before my brother comes shouting. “Nox, you forgot something.” He’s holding my coat in his arms.
“Shit.” It’s fucking frigid outside in the middle of December. I walked the short distance to the New York high-rise. When I enter the lobby, there’s a standard security guard and I remember how accomplished my girl is.
Damn, I’m so proud of her. It makes me wonder if she’s already found someone else to appreciate her magnificence. It can’t go fucking unnoticed or unappreciated. I know I didn’t want to let her go.