Page 9 of Billion Dollar Mistake

Jeremy: You know it’s me, stop fooling around.

Bentley: I don’t know who me is.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes briefly before writing back. This guy does my fucking head in.

Jeremy: Jeremy.

Bentley: Never heard of a Jeremy.

Jeremy: Bentley, stop messing around. I don’t have time for this.

Bentley: Bentley’s my boss.

I sit up straight in the bed, tossing a pillow that's poking me in the back. It lands on the floor with a thud.

I swipe my forehead in annoyance. Why the fuck did Bentley give me an employee's number.

Jeremy: Why did he give me your number?

Bentley: I don’t know.

I stare at the name saved, but I don’t even know who I’m talking to.

Jeremy: Who’s this?

Bentley: Nova.

I stare at the name again, but it doesn't ring any bells.

Jeremy: I don’t know who you are.

Bentley: :(

I laugh for some reason. The whole thing makes no sense. It’s actually ridiculous.

Jeremy: He was meant to send me a spec and financial contract. Do you know anything about it?

While I wait for her to respond, I change the name in my phone.

Nova: I don’t start at the company until next week.

I don’t know what to say back but I get another message.

Nova: I’m the new accountant, maybe I’ll be fixing it?

Jeremy: In a week's time? I hope not. I need the equipment ordered for my hospitals.

Nova: Your hospitals?

Do I really want to answer her?

What else would I be doing?

It’s either sleep or work.

I’m wide awake now. Would talking to Nova be classified as work? I don’t know, but I never realized how much easier text conversations were until now.

Jeremy: I’m the CEO of Lincoln Eye Hospital Group.

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