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Wickham nodded in understanding at the silent command. He would keep Amelia off the boss' back while making sure to keep the press away from Amelia as well.
"How is she, by the way?"
"Going cold turkey - especially when it's being forced on you - is never easy." He saw pain flicker in Acheron's eyes, and Wickham frowned. "Stop blaming yourself. She made her own choices, and now she's paying the price for them." While Wickham still thought of Amelia as a dear old friend, he wasn't blind to the woman's faults like Acheron was. She might have helped save their lives, but an angel she was absolutely not.
Seeing the billionaire still looking grim, Wickham decided it was time to spice things up a little. "There's been a rumor going around about Ms. Jones," he drawled. The effect was instantaneous, with Acheron bristling.Good. That was much healthier than having the boy mope about because of old flames.
Wickham handed his phone to the CEO. "It's a screenshot of one of your employees' chat groups. See for yourself."
Several seconds passed, and then Acheron started cursing up a storm. Wickham burst into laughter.
"What the fuck?"
The whole company thought Pippi was in love with one of those idiots?
The billionaire's first instinct was to have Charlie issue a company-wide memorandum.
To: All male employees of Simonides Incorporated
Re: Pippilotta Jones
Subject above is property of the CEO.
So fuck off.
If Acheron weren't so damn sure such a letter would also cause Pippi to break up with him, he would already have Charlie print it for his signature.
Wickham's amusement grew at the billionaire's visible frustration.Good for you, Ms. Jones. Keep this one on his toes so he wouldn't have any time left for the other girl.
Acheron waited until the older man had left his office before taking his phone out to send Pippi a message.
Acheron:Do you have time to meet for lunch, mikrí mou?
Pippi:No.
Fuck.Pippi becoming monosyllabic was never a good sign, and his fingers paused mid-air as he considered the best way to broach the topic about Amelia.
Acheron:Have you watched the news lately?
Pippi:Is that your way of asking whether I know about Amelia?
Acheron:It's my way of reminding you that the press makes money from spinning lies.
Pippi:They think you're getting back with your ex.
Acheron:I'm not. And they're only saying that because they don't know about us.
Pippi: ...
Acheron:You are my woman now, Pippilotta Jones.
A full minute passed, and yet his phone remained frustratingly silent.
