Page 128 of Savage Bosses

“No, Kyle has blocked me. He doesn’t want me here permanently.”

“That can’t be true. You’re doing a great job.”

“It is. He told me that.”

“We really need people. I heard a rumor the receptionist is moving to California. It’s a secret, but I can tell you. Brent told me Jenn couldn’t pursue her acting career while she’s here. If she leaves, that’s just another position they need to fill.”

Office gossip was a nice distraction, but I had to go make a million copies before Malibu Ken blew up. Staying a little later wouldn’t be too bad. It was Friday. I wouldn’t have to see that evil ass man for two days. Hallelujah!

Chapter Six

KYLE

T

he office was eerily quiet. The tapping of my fingers on the keyboard was the only sound breaking the late night silence. I scrubbed a hand over my face and glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I leaned back in my leather chair.

The script for the new FuSeWater commercial needed work, and I was still at the office trying to clean up my brother’s latest mess. I had specifically told Wes to handle the Potts deal, but according to the emails I just read, Wes had completely dropped the ball. Now I would have to salvage the account.

The phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. I snatched it up and swiped to answer. “Hey Ashley, what’s up?”

“Hey Kyle, sorry to bother you so late, but it’s Wesley.” Her voice was shaky, but I could still hear her with the loud music blasting in the background.

“What did he do now?”

“I can’t handle him by myself. He’s drunk and being belligerent at this nightclub. He’s trying to fight people. I can’t get him to stop drinking and he’ll probably get arrested if he keeps this up.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Anger was simmering in my gut. “Okay, where are you? I’ll come get him,” I said through gritted teeth.

“We’re at Club Dimension. It’s in Chicago, up North.”

“I’ll find it.”

“Thanks, Kyle,” Ashley said with an audible sigh of relief. “I know you and Wesley have your issues, but I appreciate you looking out for him.”

“Don’t mention it,” I muttered before hanging up. Grabbing my keys, I strode out of my office. Time to go collect my screw-up of a brother once again.

I slammed my laptop shut and rubbed my temples in frustration. My brother was unbelievable. I started gathering my things. Hopefully, this time I won’t have to pay anybody off.

When I stepped into the Six Dimension nightclub, the pounding music hit me like a wrecking ball. Strobe lights flashing gave me glimpses of gyrating bodies and drunken revelry. I scanned the sea of people, looking for my brother’s familiar mop of dark greasy hair.

A bachelorette party bumped past me, squealing and nearly spilling their fluorescent cocktails. Who the hell was getting married in this day and age? On the main stage, the DJ transitioned into a thumping electronica song, amping up the frenetic energy. This was the last place I wanted to be.

Where the hell was Wes? He better not had wandered off somewhere to puke his guts out again. I swear, I’m gonna throttle him. This is the second time this month I’ve had to drag his sorry ass home from somewhere I wouldn’t be caught dead in. He was taking the death of our parents hard, but he had to snap out of it. I understood his pain, but it’s been three months and he’s getting worse, not better.

Maybe if I messaged his girlfriend, she could tell me where he was. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and sent her a quick text. Then started moving around, looking for the lush. I wove my way through the mob of bumping and grinding bodies, refusing to give way. The smell of booze, sweat and cheap perfume clung to me. As I scanned the sea of twirling bodies, suddenly I took a turn and bumped into someone, hard. I staggered back as drinks splashed over both of us.

“Hey, watch it!” A female voice yelled angrily.

I turn to see a striking young woman glaring at me. Her tight red dress was now stained right near her ample tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You made me spill my drinks, you jerk!” She shouted over the music.

“Well excuse me, princess,” I snapped back. “It was an accident.”

“You still owe me for those drinks you just ruined.”

I take a closer look at her. She seemed vaguely familiar. One of Wes’ drunken hookups, perhaps? I didn’t normally remember his stable of women. But this one was very attractive.

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