Page 23 of The Billionaire's Marriage Dare

But then she saw that everyone – both shareholders and employees of AMC – had fallen silent as they turned to look at her, and Jane’s heart sank.

She slowly did a 180-degree turn, and her worst fears were confirmed.

It was the CEO who had addressed her.

Jane felt like she was on her way to the chopping block as she headed towards AMC’s CEO. This was all Christian’s doing, she thought. If she got fired because of whatever Christian had said or made the CEO think, she would kill him.

When she reached the CEO, she reluctantly raised her head to meet his gaze. “Good morning, sir.”

Jared Westland looked at her thoughtfully. His height and build were as imposing as Christian’s, but whereas Christian’s looks were more of an angel’s, Jared’s were dark and roguish, with his chestnut brown hair, near-black eyes, and deeply tanned skin.

“Christian...”

She held her breath.

“...asked me to put a good word in with you.”

Oh. What a manipulative SOB that man was. She said without thinking, “It’s not—-”

Jared Westland arched one eyebrow. “Will the threat of firing you do the trick?”

“I am going to marry him right this moment, sir.”

A low laugh escaped the CEO, and Jane tried not to fidget. Was that good or bad?

“He told me you were funny,” Jared mused. “Anyway, I’ll see you later.” He dismissed her with a nod before walking away.

Her mouth opened and closed. What did the CEO mean later?

On her way out, she caught sight of Merry glaring at her and quickly ducked her head, acting like she hadn’t seen anything. She heard footsteps behind her, and Jane made a dash for it, knowing that Merry’s hectic morning schedule wouldn’t allow the news anchor to follow Jane all the way to the P.R. department.

Shit, shit, shit.

This was Christian’s fault.

He had made her stand out, and now people who knew she wasn’t supposed to stand out were mad at her for stealing their Disney moment. When she made it to her cubicle, she threw herself in her old but comfortable chair, her heart thudding against her chest.

It was like she had just escaped from the jaws of death – no, from the Jaws itself. Remembering Merry’s murderous glare made her shudder, and Jane began to understand what Jaike meant when she told Jane about the people at the press launch looking like sharks.

Taking her phone out, she started texting Christian—-

What did you tell the boss of my boss’ boss?

Her fingers stilled, and she gnawed on her lip as she reread her unsent message. Did she need to tack another ‘boss’ to the label?

Standing up, she knocked on the cubicle next to her. “Sandy?”

The other woman looked up. “Yo.”

“Can I also call the CEO as the boss of my boss’ boss?”

Sandy started flicking her fingers out then shook her head. “That lacks one level.”

“I was thinking the same thing, but I wasn’t sure. Thanks.” Jane plopped back in her seat and retyped her message.

Jane: What did you tell the boss’ boss of my boss’ boss?

Yes. That sounded about right.

---