Page 85 of Bossed By The Boggart

“I’ve already made one, but call an emergency meeting. We can assemble in your building.”

“Good. Be there in thirty minutes.”

Lawrence leaves, and I storm into Wyn’s office to find her gone.

“Marcie! Where’s Wyn?”

“She left with Sarah to get lunch.”

“Did she say where?”

“No, sir. Is everything alright?”

“Yep. I have an emergency meeting with the Board of Directors in Lawrence’s building. Cancel anything on the books for today, please.”

I stride to the stairs, choosing them over the elevator as I try to call Wyn.

There’s no reception but when I burst out into the lobby, all my bars appear.

Frantically, I call Wyn, but it just goes straight to voicemail—as well as the fifty other times I try.

Lawrence sends me a text that everyone is already at his conference room.

That was fast.

Once more, I take the stairs, my long legs gobbling them up as I rush to meet my Board.

My lawyer is prepping everyone when I walk in, and the ten individuals who make up my Board stare at me like they’ve never seen me before.

Bathilda, a Hellhound, is the first to recover and speak.

“Bash, you’ve done so much for monsters fighting to get a foothold in this city—in this market—and you’re going to risk it all for an office fling?”

I glare at Lawrence.

“Did you mention that Wyn is my sawolkeh?”

The five humans, including my lawyer, furrow their brows, but all the other monsters in the room gasp.

They understand—mates are forever.

“Forgive me, old friend. I didn’t realize,” Bathilda apologizes.

“We need to figure out how to silence this woman without giving her a dime,” a Vrykolakas declares.

“What? No! Lawrence just said the best thing to do is to give her the money and make her sign a contract!” a human man sputters.

I slam my fist on the table, causing everyone to jump.

“Enough! I understand a lot is on the line—including your money—but I will not choose it over love, over Wyn. If I have to, I will let this company burn to the ground before anything hurts her.”

“Bash—”

“No, Lawrence! I am not hurting Wyn—I won’t let anyone hurt her. Either everyone in this room is with me, or they aren’t. Yes, you gave me money, and I’m grateful for your investment, but I’m the one who quadrupled that stock in under a year. You all need me, but I need Wyn.”

Bathilda stands. “I’m with you.”

The Vrykolakas copies her. “And I’m with you.”

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