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“I don’t understand.”
She shrugs and I say quickly, “It could have been on the top floor. There were no other floors for the elevator to stop at and when we got out, the interior was more spacious. A little more luxurious.”
“The top floor.”
Her eyes widen. “This man you met, is this him?”
She taps on her screen and turns the monitor to face me, and I nod, intrigued at the photograph of the man I just met. “That’s him.” I glance at her with a nod, and she appears shocked for some reason.
“Mr. Vieri. He is the owner of Gold Hawk Enterprises. Our boss.”
“Is he?” I’m mildly interested, but not surprised.
“Well, if you could give him this note, I would be most grateful.”
Her expression turns to suspicion, but I don’t dwell on it and merely scribble a few words on the paper and fold it in four pieces. I slide it toward her and smile.
“I’ll wait over there for Miss. Sinclair. Thank you for your help.”
She nods respectfully and as I leave, my heart thumps mercilessly inside me. The boss. Why am I not surprised by that?
CHAPTER8
KILLIAN
Purity Sanders irritates the hell out of me already. What is there to think about? I am offering her a position most women would kill for.
‘I need time to consider it.’
What the hell!
Ordinarily, I expect an immediate answer. Not to be kept waiting whileshedecides. What the fuck. I don’t let people decide. I tell them. I am irrationally pissed about this and as Saint returns, I snap, “Give her one hour and then drag her back here if you have to.”
“Drag her?” He arches his brow and I growl, “Fucking woman, making me wait. I had her down as clueless; she hid that well.”
Saint shrugs. “Maybe she cleverer than you think. You’ve got to hand it to her. She’s cool under pressure.”
“She doesn’t know the meaning of pressure.”
I tap my fingers angrily on the desk, anxious to wrap this up quickly so I can devote my attention to actual business that makes me money. Not costs me.
“Where did she go?” I don’t know why I even care.
“To Gabriella’s office.”
My head snaps up and I stare at him with an expression that could cause an instant cardiac arrest.
“Ga-br-ie-lla’s off-ice.” My words come out slowly and are laced with anger.
Saint shrugs. “She asked to return there. I’m guessing she is waiting to see what else is on the table.”
“Did she now.”
Knowing exactly what is on the table, I’m confident she will be hauling her ass back here pretty damn quickly when she learns what Gabriella has in mind for her.
Confident of that, I turn my attention back to business and wait for the lamb to come to slaughter willingly.
It must be half an hour later when Saint heads back inside and from the look on his face, it’s not good news.
