Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Besides, I know what she doesn't. I'm the future boss she was so goddamn worried about. She's going to be livid when she finds out now, there's no escaping that inevitability, but it gives me an opportunity to fix this shit.
Sneaky and underhanded? Absolutely. Do I care? Uh, fuck no.
If you aren't willing to play a little dirty, why are you even playing?
"She's coming in for an interview on Monday."
"You're hiring her?" Micah asks, his brown eyes wide behind his glasses.
"That's the plan."
"It's your funeral, man," he mutters, shaking his head.
"Well, fuck you and your vote of confidence."
"Just saying, there are bad plans and then there's whatever the fuck that is," he says, shrugging.
"I think it's a good plan," Diego interjects.
Micah shoots me a look as if to say point proven.
I choose to ignore him. There isn't anything wrong with my plan. He just has no faith.
"I changed my mind about the interviews next week."
Alice Madison looks up at me from her desk, her hazel eyes narrowed. "Too late. They're already scheduled. I am not calling ten people on Friday afternoon to cancel."
"I'm not trying to cancel them."
"You just said you changed your mind about them."
"I didn't mean cancel them. I want to sit in on them."
She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. "What are you up to, Logan Moreno?"
"Who says I'm up to anything?" I ask, chuckling as I lean against the wall. Alice is amusing. She reminds me of Kelsey from back home. Neither of them take any shit and they give as good as they get. Alice isn't a terrorist like Kelsey, though. She's sweet as pie…when she wants to be. Shit. Maybe she is just like Kelsey.
"That little boy look on your face says you're up to some mess," she says. "Spill so I can decide if I want to help you or not."
Well, that doesn't sound like a fucking trap at all, now does it?
Screw it. Might as well play along.
"I've already decided which of the candidates I'm hiring," I say.
"Who?"
"Peyton Cloud."
"Why her?"
"It’s confidential."
"Interesting." She drums her nails against her arm before pointing at her door. "I don't know if you noticed the sign on that door, but it says team publicist. You know what that means, Logan?"
"Uh, that you do press shit for the team?"
Apparently, that's the wrong answer because she rolls her eyes at me. "It means your business is my business. Spill."
"I slept with her," I mutter.
"Oh, absolutely not!" she cries, staring at me like I've completely lost it. "You are not hiring someone you slept with. Have you lost your frigging mind?"
"Possibly."
She snorts, which I assume is her agreeing with me.
"I planned to hire her before I slept with her."
"You are not helping your case any whatsoever," she says, her tone flat. "In fact, you should probably stop talking now."
Winning Kelsey over to the Dark Side was so much easier. Maybe because she was born in hell. Alice is a hard sell.
"I think she's my one, but I fucked up. She thinks Lauren is my wife and Lachlan is my kid. I need a chance to explain so I can fix it before I end up alone forever." I grin at her. "Do you really want to be the reason I end up alone forever, Alice? That's bad karma."
"Boy, bye. Get your ignorant ass out of my office," she says. But she cracks a tiny smile.
"You know you want to help me."
"Not really."
I gape at her, but she just shrugs at me.
"You said that you think she's the one. If you don't know she's the one, I'm not helping you blow up your career because you're horny."
"That is not what this is," I growl, narrowing my eyes at her. "I knew the moment I set eyes on her that she was going to change my damn life."
"And yet you didn't tell her about Lauren."
"Stop trying to psychoanalyze me, Alice," I warn, my voice hard. I fucking hate when people poke and prod at shit related to Lauren. She isn't anyone's business, goddammit. And neither are my feelings on the subject.
"I'm not. I'm just concerned, Logan," Alice says gently. "The fact that you're here right now, asking for help with this is a big deal. You've made it crystal clear that Lauren is off-limits to everyone. But it's impossible to try to keep a relationship in a separate compartment when you juggle the things you juggle. They're going to touch one another. You can't compartmentalize life, and I'm not sure you know that because you've been compartmentalizing it your entire career."
"I'm aware," I grit out. "Lauren isn't off-limits to Peyton. I simply didn't think to mention that she and Lachlan live with me part-time."
"And the rest of it?"
"I'll tell her." Obviously, I'll fucking tell her. I'm not ashamed of or embarrassed by my sister. That's never been the case and never will be. The people who matter know about her. They've met her. Hell, they've spent time with her. And if there's ever a day when she tells me that she's ready to step out into the spotlight, I'll be there, cheering her on the whole goddamn way. But that day hasn't come. All having a famous brother has ever done for her is made her life harder.