Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,123
to fare well in that department. Seeing that addict piece of shit that Avery was with, all it does is fuel my hatred for those selfish mother fuckers.”
“So the rumors are true?” Alex chuckled. “James Mitchell’s got a sweet spot for the hot woman with blue eyes in marketing.”
“I figured all of it would start circulating through the circles and eventually into the company after I brought her to the medical gala this weekend. She was fucking awesome there too.” I smiled, recalling how I loved having Avery there with me this weekend. “Even Forrest, who waltzed in like the bottom feeder he is, tried his hand with her, and she took him down before Jake showed up to handle him. I was in the middle of securing three goddamn companies for us, and all I had was—”
“Jesus, man,” Alex cut me off. “You’re a smitten fool, Mitch.” He started laughing then looked at the clock. “Hey, we only have five minutes for you to spit it out.”
I pursed my lips and shook my head. “The rumors are true. That’s all I can say.” I grinned. “But those rumors are likely not as dangerous as the ones that will start on the top two floors of this building if you and Summer don’t keep your personal affairs outside of work. Avery’s different, and you know that. Summer came from Brakken and Brothers, our only real fucking competition, and her sister still works there. You can’t take chances with my office assistant, and yet here you are, lighting the rumor mill on fire yourself. You’re both being too obvious.”
“Too obvious?” He pulled out a note and waved it in the air. “How about this shit for too obvious, brother?” he said, waving what I saw was the note that I had sent with Avery’s lunch delivery today. “Hey, Gorgeous,” he cleared his throat, mimicking some deep voice that sounded nothing like mine—I hoped, “lunch is on me. I figured this would agree more than the flowers you deserve.” He arched an eyebrow and my unamused expression, “Forever yours, J.”
“How did that make it into your hands?” I asked, wondering if I’d caused Avery any trouble with my note. She did text me thank you for the fish tacos I’d had delivered.
“Well, in Avery’s words or mine?” he asked.
“How did a personal fucking note for Avery end up in my VP’s hands?” I asked, slightly annoyed.
“You aren’t going to believe me, but I’ll tell you anyway,” Alex started. “It looked like a third-grade lunch cafeteria when Summer and I walked through the garden courtyard after lunch. Avery was trying to grab this from some dude’s hand like he was playing keep-away from her after he found Willy Wonka’s golden ticket. I stepped in and took the note from the idiot before Avery threw him to the ground for acting like a dip shit. She was fine after that. She knew I’d handle it.”
“Who was this person?” I asked. “Did Avery do anything that would cause HR to throw this in her face?”
“No, she didn’t do anything wrong,” Alex said. “In fact, HR stepped in after I heard him call her a cunt, and his ass was leaving early today. He’s been fired because of this and subsequent complaints. It turns out, Tyler Matthews, some asshole supervisor in my acquisitions department, has had a few women come forward with grievances since this happened. Avery and your cute little love notes blew his bullshit wide open.”
“What the fuck?” I said, more concerned. “This shit is going to hit the news. What the hell has he done, and for how long? Son of damn bitch, man.”
“I’m handling it,” Alex said. “Calm the fuck down, or you will fire everyone in that meeting. They’re already nervous that you’re going to drop the hammer.”
“What complaints have the other women come forward with? Why didn’t I know about this when it happened?”
“Because HR and I, the Vice President of Mitchell and Associates, did our jobs, and did them efficiently. It’s being handled appropriately.”
I settled down some. “Fuck, man,” I answered. “You know I hate shit like this in our business.”
“Well, it’s in every business with tens of thousands of employees from the US to London. It’s why we have a special HR team. If I couldn’t handle it, I would have called you. Just be glad you and your sappy shit helped to free up women from this bag of dicks harassing them.”