Hot Player (Hot Billionaire Daddies #7) - Suzanne Hart Page 0,3
glass office. I can see my assistant, Evelyn, fretting at her desk outside. She must have seen the look on my face. She knows I’m pissed. She may have heard what the argument with the board was about.
How can they demand this of me? Do they seriously think I’m going to cancel my Heli-skiing trip next week because they have ordered me to? They are grossly over-estimating its risks. I can’t believe Paul got his secretary to write him a report on the dangers of Heli-skiing. They don’t rule my personal life. No, they fuckin’ don’t!
I pick up a file from my desk and throw it to the floor. Sheets of paper spill out, and I don’t bother picking them up.
I’ll quit this job if I have to. I’m going on this trip. They are not going to stop me from living my life.
Evelyn leaves me alone for some time while I brew in my own anger and rage. I have been pacing around and around my office, openly, for everyone outside my glass walls to see.
I don’t give a rat’s ass. My conclusion is that I’m going to have my lawyers dig around my contracts to come up with a solution. I’m going to make sure the board understands they cannot dictate my private life, no matter how dangerous they deem it to be.
When Evelyn finally knocks on the door and I look up, I realize I’ve been locked up in here for over an hour. An hour lost when I need to make a few important phone calls. Dammit.
“Mr. Silvers, Blaire Crawford is here to see you, and she’s wondering if you’re available for a quick chat.”
“Blaire is here?” I ask, surprised.
Blaire and I used to date, for a very short while and a long time ago, and we have managed to remain on speaking terms since. However, we don’t share the kind of relationship where she simply pops over for a coffee. Frankly, I don’t have the time.
The fact that she has come all this way here could mean this is important.
“Yeah, okay, send her over,” I say, glancing distractedly at Evelyn’s growing belly.
She has been a good assistant to me over the years. Probably the only assistant who didn’t quit the job within the first few weeks. Everybody who came before her claimed that I was difficult to work with. Yet, she managed somehow, and I’m sorry to see her go. She’s having her third kid and believes it’s time to take a career break and focus on her growing family.
I don’t understand but I’m not going to fight her on it. Unlike my board, I don’t encroach on other people’s private lives.
Within minutes I see Blaire following Evelyn down the corridor outside. I feel nothing when I look at Blaire, even though she is a very attractive woman. Maybe it’s because I have come to know her so well and I see myself in her. It’s weird to date somebody you see yourself in. We are too similar for comfort.
Blaire steps in and shuts the door behind her.
“Hi, Kirk, you’re looking good today.”
“What can I do for you, Blaire?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning on my desk.
“What makes you think I’m here to ask you a favor?”
“Aren’t you?” I insist.
Evelyn has returned to her desk outside and Blaire glances over her shoulder to look at her. Like she doesn’t want her listening. Then Blaire fixes her bright eyes on me and sighs loudly.
“Okay, fine, I’ll tell you, but I want you to know this is not a favor. In fact, if anything, I’m the one who will be doing you the favor,” she says.
“Just spill it, Blaire, so I can get on with my day.”
She rolls her eyes but holds a thin file towards me.
“I think I have the perfect candidate to fill Evelyn’s role,” she says.
I take the file and look at the first page with the resumé.
“Are you kidding me? This girl has no experience. I can’t hire her,” I declare, snapping the file shut immediately.
I sit at my desk and bring my computer screen to life.
Blaire is standing on the other side of my desk with her hands hooked on her hips.
“Kirk, come on. You haven’t even really looked at the file before dismissing her. You haven’t gone through her educational qualifications or her other achievements.”
“Okay, so she was a star student in college, was she?” I ask without looking at her as I scroll. A part