Page 49 of Wright Kind of Trouble

She flopped back on the blanket and covered her eyes. “That is so fucked, Chase.”

“Tell me about it.”

“No wonder you were swimming until you almost killed yourself.”

I ran a hand down my face. “I wish that was all of it.”

She flipped open her blue eyes. “There’s more?”

“The woman works for the company.”

“Stop,” Harley gasped. “She does not.”

“Yep. And the board of directors caught wind of it, and they’re pissed.”

“Well, duh. That’s an HR nightmare.”

I nodded my head. “They want me to take a bigger role in the company. Dad would still run everything behind the scenes, but I’d be more the face of the company. They want to keep this out of headlines.”

She cringed. “Gross. So, they’re going to sweep it under the rug.”

I sighed and met her disgusted gaze. “Look, I fucking agree. The whole thing is disgusting.”

“This can’t be the first time.”

“But the first time there’s going to be consequences.”

“Barely,” she snapped. “He knocks up someone who works for him, and the only punishment is, they give his son a bigger position? Man, corporations are all the same, huh?”

“So, you think I shouldn’t do it?”

She snorted, coming to her knees and grabbing my hands. “Of course you should take the job!”

I raised my brows. “What?”

“Take the job, silly. Sometimes, the timing isn’t right,” she said. Her eyes met mine, and I could feel the double meaning behind them. “You just jump anyway.”

“Even though I’m stepping in because of my father being a total asshole?”

“Especially so. You want the job. You deserve the job. And frankly, the women of your company deserve someone who will stand up and say that shit stops here.”

My eyes met hers, and I knew instantly that she was right. I’d let my intense hatred of my father cloud my judgment. I could do good here. I could be different from my father. I could maybe even save the Sinclair name.

“You’re right,” I said.

“Of course I am.”

“I’ll take the job.”

“Duh,” she said with a laugh as she pulled me to my feet and threw her arms around me. “You’ll do great.”

She was perfection in my arms. All I wanted was to put aside the divide we’d agreed upon. I wanted to live here in this moment. But I knew that wasn’t possible.

I couldn’t take over my father’s company in the wake of a potential scandal with a twenty-year-old at my side.

I’d look just like him to the board.

Just like my father in every way.

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