Page 157 of Billion Dollar Mistake

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“Your position here at Spencer Health is safe.”

I exhale. “What?”

“Fern has decided not to return after her maternity leave is up. Leaving me a gap to fill. I’d like to offer you that position.”

My mouth opens and closes before I’m able to speak. “Yes. I’d love that. Thank you so much.”

“Right, well then, it’s yours.”

“Will you give me a contract?”

“Let me call HR and get one organized for you.” He stands to turn around. He picks up his phone and talks to HR to draft up a contract for me.

He hangs up. “They will have it ready soon. If you want to head down there, before you head back to your desk.”

“Thanks, Mr. Spencer.”

His phone rings.

He looks at the screen.

“I must get this.” And the way he says it has me thinking it's a personal call.

I stand and practically rush out of his office. More than happy not being the center of his attention now.

I leave on a high. I don’t even remember the elevator ride down to HR. When I step out, they, in fact, have it ready for me to sign.

I walk away with a copy, and I can’t wait to tell Jeremy. I think about calling him, but I’m an hour away from being finished at work. Then I can see him.

I’ll wait to tell him. I have so much work to catch up on anyway.

Walking into my office, I wave my contract. “You two can't get rid of me now.”

They both turn their heads and stare at me in confusion. They are waiting for me to explain.

“Fern resigned and so Bentley offered me the job and I officially just signed the contract.”

Dalton claps. “Congrats. This is awesome.”

“I’ll miss Fern, but Nova you deserve this,” Poppy adds with a quirk in her lips.

“Thanks, guys. Well, I better get back to work. I only have an hour left and there’s still so much to do.” I step to my desk with the contract laid out, so I can look at it as I work as a reminder of what I’ve achieved.

As I finish work for the day and say goodbye to Dalton and Poppy, I call my parents. When I inform them about the new contract, my dad and mom are filled with joy. I promise them we can have dinner tomorrow night to celebrate—Jeremy included, obviously. Mom enthusiastically offers to cook up a feast. Dad says he’s feeling better, still tired, but the fluid has settled and the chemotherapy is proving effective.

I know the reality is we aren’t out of the woods yet, but as a family, it’s better than hearing the alternative.

As I hold the phone to my ear, I see my man waiting for me. He leans his tall solid frame against the car. His ankles crossed and his hands in his suit pockets.

The motherfucker has the nerve to smirk with one of his panty-disintegrating smiles.

“Remy,”

“Hi, baby,” he purrs. “You seem extra happy to see me?”

“I am, and I’ve also got some good news.”

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