Page 26 of Billion Dollar Mistake

“I thought our brief conversations were good. Easy and fun. I’m just confused.”

“Well, how about you ask her boss if everything’s okay?”

I frown. “I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“He’ll think more of it, and I don’t like him. And frankly, I don’t want him anywhere near my personal business.”

“Mm. Would you see her at work?”

Would I?

“I don’t think so. I deal with her boss,” I reply. Wishing I was dealing with her and not him. “But I say things to her that I’ve never been able to say to anyone else.”

“Such a shame. This one seems special,” she whispers, and pinches my cheek like she always does.

Nova is something…I just don’t know what.

Chapter 9

Jeremy

“We’re here, sir,” my driver says, pulling me from an email.

I lean forward to peer out my window and take in the glass building. Not as big as I thought. Not compared to mine.

“I’ll be back soon,” I mutter as he opens the door for me.

“Yes, sir. I’ll wait here until you return.”

I slip out of the car and onto the sidewalk. I hit send on the reply email, before sliding my phone into my pocket, and enter the building. I need to mentally prepare myself for Bentley, the guy is a total dick. And no matter how many times I have to deal with him, it never gets easier. But this deal will help all my hospitals and their patients. The micro-instruments will enhance the efficiency of microsurgery, which means it can help maneuver into obstructed view areas and be able to successfully treat more challenging patients. When it comes to business, I’ll put up with his shit just to close a deal. Which is why I’m putting aside any thoughts of Nova. She works in this building and maybe the ghosting is what I needed to remind me of my goal today.

Yeah, she did me a favor.

I don’t have to wait long for the elevator.

Entering, I stand in the very back corner as a few people join, but they all hit different levels, so we make multiple stops before I get to the top. Finally, the doors open, and I exit. The loud voice that makes me grit my teeth echoes through the whole floor. Ten minutes and I’m out of here.

Not a fucking minute later.

I stroll in and the young blonde receptionist greets me. “Hello. Can I help you?”

I stop in front of her desk. “I’m here to see Mr. Spencer.”

“Do you have an appointment?” she asks.

“Mr. Lincoln doesn’t need one,” he calls out in the most unprofessional way. As if we’re friends.

I follow the sound of Bentley's voice. He’s walking toward me like a smug peacock.

“Oh. Sorry, Mr. Spencer,” she quickly replies.

“Follow me.” He waves me over.

Ignoring her.

Rude prick.

---