Page 6 of Seduced By a Billionaire

“What about the class action suit?”

“Covered.”

“The Encino files?”

“Assigned to April Jones.”

“The affordable housing development?”

“We now have two groups opposing the development. The environmentalists and now the community abutting the land are getting in on the mix. They don’t want low income houses so close to their million-dollar homes.”

“Great. My father will be thrilled to hear about this.”

“Kyle you are going to have to let go of control here for the time being. You’ll be missed but things are being handled. You have a partner and a great group of lawyers to take up the slack while you’re mending.”

Kyle blew out his breath, leaning his head back against the pillow in defeat. His pallor combined with the dark circles under his eyes clearly gave away his pain and exhaustion.

“You are lucky to be alive.”

“That’s what they keep telling me.”

“It was touch and go but the doc thinks you’ve turned a corner. You’ve got a long road to recovery, but at least you’re almost out of the woods. Just focus on getting stronger.”

“Whatever,” he said.

“How old are you? Don’t be so recalcitrant. And be cooperative with the medical staff, you need them on your side. If you behave like an asshat it will come back to haunt you.”

“Go away. I hear you loud and clear,” he said, eyes closed as if trying to shut out what his assistant was saying.

“I promise to keep you updated, on a need-to-know basis,” she said, bracing for his rebuttal, surprised when he didn’t respond.

“Kyle?”

“I heard you.”

“Get some rest. You need your beauty sleep,” she said.

He lifted his good arm and wiggled his fingers at her in response without bothering to open his eyes.

Elenore sighed, knowing her boss all too well. The nurses would be in for a real treat with this patient, especially when he began to feel better. He was brilliant, stubborn and demanding without an ounce of patience. That virtue had completely bypassed Kyle Bennett. She was glad she wasn’t the one in charge of his rehab.

“I’m leaving now. I’ll check back in a few days.” She left the room without any acknowledgement from him, typical Kyle, but after working for him for the last six years it hardly registered. He didn’t have time for the niceties of social behavior. He was much too driven for that.

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“It was absolutely the best snorkeling I’ve ever done!” Several days later, Faye, Kyle’s sister, was regaling them with tales from her Fijian experience. “Part of the day was spent on the island of Modriki, where Tom Hanks filmed Cast Away. It was so exotic. I could live there…as long as I had a boy toy to share it with,” she grinned.

Ella was struck by how different she appeared from her brother. From what she could tell, almost complete opposites. Faye had a cheerful disposition that was contagious. She was the farthest thing from cynical Ella had ever encountered in an adult. Kyle seemed just as taken with his sister’s charm as she was, and they appeared to have a strong sibling bond.

Suddenly, a tall elegant woman rushed into the room exclaiming, “Mychéri! Oh mon Dieu!You could be dead! Look at you, you’re all broken.”

“Mom,” Kyle said weakly.

“Kyle, my baby.” She leaned down and kissed her son on his cheek, her large brown eyes misty with unshed tears.

“Ella, my mom Giselle Bennett, Mother meet my nurse, Ella Palmer,” Kyle said.

In a heavy French accent his Mother said, “My pleasure,tu es belle.”

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