Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,217

hide the nudeness of my pale lips with a glimmering gold flake formula that also hydrated the lips.

"I couldn't agree more," I concluded and with one last look in the mirror, I was out of the washroom and heading back to my desk.

It had to be the sound of my heels that prompted a knock on the new golden double doors with pink shimmering flakes and matte black handles that shifted to a see-through teal glass right in the middle and then went back to the solid black surface.

They really went overboard with the design of this place, but I guessed with the final results being projected in the most-read magazines in the world, which included TIME magazine, it was best to go big or go home.

"Come in," I announced as I reached my desk and began to look over the very small amount of papers on the desk to look as if I were busy sorting shit and not vomiting my guts out.

The doors opened to security in black suits. A petite woman with glasses rushed into the room, taking five steps before she shrieked and came to a dramatic stop to bow.

"G-G-Good afternoon, Miss De Luca!"

I paused in my shuffling to raise my head to the temporary security of the day. She was one of the apparent secretaries that they were testing out.

She's definitely a no for me.

"You're here because?" I questioned. Maybe it was a bit rude to be so upfront, but today wasn't the day for pleasant introductions - especially when I planned to get rid of her.

"R-Right! I was just sent to inform you that all the meetings have been taken care of."

That made me arch an eyebrow at her in question.

"By whom?"

She clearly didn't expect me to answer the way I did, and it was like watching a nervous meter go higher and higher.

"U-Uh...it was...Mr. Moore! He told me to let you know he dealt with most of the meetings via telephone. He's currently on the last call though it's been a bit difficult to settle on a deal without your presence, and I'm not saying that because I was eavesdropping or anything, but the man on the speaker wanted your approval and Mr. Moore stated you were dealing with more important business plans and he didn't want to interrupt you over something as miniscule as the current conversation with that corporation!"

"She speaks too much," Bria dryly noted and I could tell she was just as upset as I was with this new ramble of information.

“Is Mr. Moore still in his office?" I inquired.

"Y-YES! Oh no! I forgot I was supposed to bring up the flowers with the get-well card! I should do that now!"

This girl must be an idiot.

"Who were the flowers for?" I purposely inquired.

"Ah...it was addressed to William! That's your brother, correct?"

Was this woman seriously a potential when she doesn't know who I am?

"Yes," I stated with a fake smile. "I have a favor to ask seeing as you brought him up."

"Yes!" She stood at attention, awaiting my orders.

"Go down Wall Street to the previous headquarters. William actually forgot a few important newspapers in the office on the top floor. Let the security guards know you've gotten Miss De Luca's permission to be there. I want you to be back in thirty minutes. Sound like a decent enough task?"

"Perfect task for me, Miss! I'll get right to it!"

She was out of the office before I could roll my eyes fast enough.

"A part of me feels sorry for her stupidity."

I shook my head, walked over to the speaker on my desk, and clicked the button, knowing it would reach Saint.

"What's the problem, Sweet Blossoming Flower?" he greeted.

"Who the fuck hired that dandelion of a secretary?" I practically hissed.

Saint whistled before replying, "Damn. Did she try to hit on Dimitris or something?"

I actually growled and I could literally hear Saint swallow the lump in his throat.

"Willow, are you ‘okay’ okay?"

"Fine and dandy," I dryly stated. "I sent that lost soul to the old building. Let the guards interrogate her until she cries and never wants to work in a corporation again."

"She totally pissed you off," Saint acknowledged.

"While we're on a roll, you can tell HR that if they send me one more incompetent secretary, I'll fire every single one of them and take Dubai's offer of a new team with the additional bonus technology they're contributing, free of charge."

"I'll forward the message this instant," he assured me.

"Good," I huffed. "Thanks, Saint."

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