Page 22 of Undercover Billionaire

I shook my head. “Definitely not Harold.”

“So?” she asked, her hands on her hips. “Is this the guy from last night?”

“He’s someone my sister-in-law hooked me up with.” Best to stay with the truth where ever possible. Saying Ashley had gotten us together was easy to remember.

“Are you going to see him again?”

I smirked. “We have another dinner tonight.”

I didn’t have answers prepared for her barrage of questions.

“And you didn’t tell me?” she demanded.

“I wasn’t sure where it would lead.”

She held her hand out. “So let me see what’s funny.”

I handed over the phone.

Her eyes bugged out. “I’d say you have a live one on the line. I like his sense of humor.” She handed back the phone. “Is he hot?”

I didn’t need to lie about that. “Only if you like tall, blond, and handsome.”

“Way to go, girl.” She tapped the top of my cubicle wall. “I’ll expect all the details tomorrow. And no more day-old food for breakfast, you hear me?”

After she left, I reviewed Adam’s flirty messages again. Kirby was right; he did have a sense of humor.

The afternoon went by slowly. I kept remembering that the door needed to be programmed before I left.

I closed my eyes.Think positively, Kelly. The power of positivity can overcome any obstacle.

After several deep breaths, I opened my eyes.Note writer—I couldn’t keep using that name for him. I was determined to not be intimidated. Scared, yes. Intimidated, no. I could be in control of my emotions. He hid from view, watching and threatening, while I was in the open, in the sunlight.

Ghost—that would fit. He hid in the shadows like a ghost, refusing to show himself.

We were going to win this game of cat and mouse and bring the Ghost into the sunlight he feared. Sunlight was more powerful than darkness, and we would prevail. We had to.

The Ghost thought he was hunting me. When in fact, Adam and I were about to turn the tables on him. He would be the prey for a change.

Six forty-five finally came around. I packed up my purse and headed for the stairwell in the southwest corner instead of the elevator bank.

“Benson,” Mr. Heiden called as he emerged from his office and caught sight of me. It was unusual for him to stay this late.

I stopped and turned. Pretending to not hear him had never worked.

He waved, and I walked back, away from the door I needed to get to.

“We made an offer to Snow this afternoon.”

I waited to hear the rest.

“She starts on Monday. I’ll be out, so you and Stackhouse can start showing her the ropes.”

I nodded. “Great.”

He gave me a thumbs up. “Take good care of her. Candidates like her aren’t easy to come by.”

“I will.” Now I was officially fighting the Ghost to save two people instead of just Kirby.

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