Hot Player (Hot Billionaire Daddies #7) - Suzanne Hart Page 0,4
of my job is to keep up with political and financial news across the globe at all times.
“Yes, she was. She is intelligent and a hard worker.”
I finally train my eyes back on Blaire and shake my head.
“It doesn’t matter what grade she got on some college essay. I need someone intuitive. Someone who has experience working in a fast-paced environment like this one. One of the biggest factors that makes Evelyn such a good administrative assistant for me is that she and I can communicate without having to speak. She knows what I need before I’ve even said it.”
Blaire breathes in deeply and bites down on her lip.
“I think she just needs a chance to learn. You gave Evelyn a chance, right?”
“She was Jonathan Saville’s administrative assistant for nearly six years,” I snap.
“Someone gave her a chance once, showed her the ropes, and taught her how to do her job well,” Blaire continues. She sure as hell knows how to drive a hard bargain.
“Why are you here? Personally, in my office, trying to sell this girl to me? Usually, we exchange a few emails for a new position I’m looking to fill. I didn’t even ask you to start looking for Evelyn’s replacement.”
“I get that you’re very attached to her,” Blaire says without really answering the question, but I interrupt.
“Evelyn and I work well together. She brings harmony to my workplace.”
“And you don’t share that relationship with many people, do you?” Blaire continues with a soft grin.
“No, neither do you,” I remind her.
She shrugs in response.
I run a hand through my hair and sit back in my chair, leaning as far back as I can go until I’m staring at the city’s skyline through the glass, upside-down.
“You seem stressed today, Kirk. Is everything okay? Usually, you’re the most chill guy I know.”
I look at Blaire’s reflection in the glass. “The board is putting a cap on my little adventures. They think they’re too dangerous and put the company at risk.”
Blaire doesn’t say anything at first so I straighten up to look her in the eye.
She breathes in deeply then nods. “I think it’s about time,” she replies.
“You can’t be on their side!” I growl, and Blaire sits down in the chair across from me.
“I’m not on anyone’s side, Kirk; I just think they’re right about this one.”
“You think they should be able to dictate my lifestyle?”
“You do lead a dangerous lifestyle,” she says.
“I take some risks. I’m not living in constant danger.”
“You go cave-diving on the weekends, you drive very fast, you jump off cliffs almost as often as people eat out. Those are some big risks you’re taking, Kirk. You’re tempting fate.”
“Fate?” I burst, jumping out of my chair. “Please don’t start that bullshit with me. Since when do you believe in fate and destiny?”
“I believe in making good choices. Intelligent, low-risk choices. It amazes me sometimes how you can make such excellent and well-planned financial decisions and deals at work and then go base jumping and risk your life the next day.”
I’m staring at her, trying not to let her words affect me.
This is the reminder, isn’t it—why Blaire and I never worked out.
“Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you don’t have anything to lose. You’re not clinging to something precious,” she adds with a gentle smile.
I shake my head and look away. A sarcastic chuckle escapes my lips.
“Since when did you become an expert on human psychology? Should I be paying you for this in-depth analysis?”
Blaire smiles at me indulgently.
“Make fun as much as you want, Kirk; I also know that is your way of brushing those real feelings under the carpet.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snap.
She stands up from the chair again.
“Listen to your board, Kirk. They want to keep you around.”
“Because I make them a lot of money.”
“Whatever their reasons are, they are looking out for your safety, and maybe you should be thinking about it too. Or at least start looking for reasons to value this life you have.”
I glare at her in warning. She’s already taken this too far. I don’t like the things she’s suggesting, and I don’t agree with any of them.
“So, will you give her a shot?” she continues.
“What?” I’ve forgotten what we were talking about before this.
“Kim Waters,” she says and nods in the direction of the file on my desk. “Just give her a two-week trial, and if you feel there is no hope for her, then you don’t have