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Outside I hear Indira ask incredulously in an undertone, “Did you justgo into his office uninvited?
“Yeah. I was ready to be thrown out the window, but apparently his verbal violence is under control for the morning.”
Verbal violence.I don’t mind the description.
“You are going to get us both fired,” Indira grumbles, but there’s admiration in her tone.
“Did I overstep?”
“Yeah, I don’t think you’re allowed in there unless he says he wants both of us.”
“I mean with you? I definitely am trying to have your back, not get you fired.”
“No, you didn’t overstep with me. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve got your back, too.”
Before I puke from their fawning fest, I pick up my phone and start barking orders.
ChapterFive
Madi
Friday morning, there’s a black and red Bugatti idling in front of Moon Co.’s building when I hustle in. The sports car is parked in front of a fire hydrant. One of the C-suits probably left it there, so they could send a hapless assistant down to park it properly. The CFO–Vance–or maybe the COO, Billy. I can’t picture Brick Blackthroat driving it. He’d prefer something less flashy.
Not that I have an opinion on this.
My phone buzzes before I hit the elevator, and I know before I check it that it’s a text from Aubrey. She’s spent all week sending me her version of motivational quotes.
Aubrey: Remember: Dick Blackthroat puts on his pants like everyone else. Except, with each leg, he makes another billion dollars.
Me: Stop calling him that.
Aubrey: Why? Can’t stop thinking about his…
She adds an eggplant emoji, and I turn off my phone, shaking my head. Aubrey knows me too well.
I may or may not have had a sex dream about my big bad boss last night. We were in the boardroom, and he was undressing me with his gaze. He put his hand on my knee…
The elevator chimes, and I shake my head. I was up late memorizing the structure of the Benson deal. I can chalk up my wild dreams and waking fantasies to sleep deprivation. I need caffeine.
Indira finds me in the kitchenette we use to prep refreshments for Brick’s meetings. “Thank God you’re here.” She sounds breathless.
“Everything okay?”
“The executive meeting got moved up.” She scrubs a hand over her face. “They just told me.”
“What do you need me to do?” Business Madi is here to save the day. I even dressed in my version of a power suit: a form-fitting 50s style dress that clings to my curves while maintaining a modest neckline.Mad Menmeets Marilyn Monroe.
“They will meet in the conference room up here. The CFO’s team is sending up some proposal packets.”
Mr. Blackthroat’s deep voice carries across the floor as he gets off the elevator. He’s mid-conversation with some unseen person on the other side of his Bluetooth earbud. “Absolutely not,” he barks in his most forbidding tone. Even though he’s not talking to us, Indira flinches.
“Big Bad Boss on deck,” I mutter under my breath to her, “Take cover.”
He strides past us on long legs, looking lethally handsome in a suit that probably costs more than my college education. It’s unfortunate I have a thing for suit porn. And a fascination with asshole bosses.
Or maybe it’s fortunate because at least I’m not rendered into a nervous mess like Indira.
We stand in front of her desk to receive him, like old-fashioned servants welcoming home the lord of the house. He flicks a look our way and ends his call to address us.
