Page 327 of Billionaire Temptations

“What is it, Tori?” I asked as I looked up at her.

“Can I come in for a minute?”

“Sure. Have a seat. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to let you know that Anna has been on her cellphone for quite a while.”

“Okay. What’s your point?”

“I just don’t think she fits in here.”

“You’re right. She doesn’t fit in, and let me tell you why. This position of being my personal assistant is beneath her. She’s actually a former COO of a company in California. She has more experience and knowledge about running a company than perhaps me. So, if I were you, I’d be nice to her because you never know. You could be working for her someday.”

She swallowed hard as she slowly rose from her seat.

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as she walked out of my office, I pressed the intercom button and told Anna to come into my office.

“Yes,” she spoke.

“There are a couple of things I want to talk to you about, so sit down. First, I didn’t appreciate that comment you made earlier about me being a liar, and second, Tori just came in here and told on you about being on your cellphone.”

“Of course she did. As for calling you a liar, just admit it. And as for Tori, she can kiss my ass.”

“We’re not going to discuss about me lying to you right now, but personal calls should be saved for lunch.”

“Well, it seems to me that you’re running quite a tight ship here. Not that it’s any of your business, but the call wasn’t personal. It was a business call from one of my friends and the VP of my former company. It seems my father will try and buy back my shares of the company and give them to Matthew. She’s flying in tomorrow morning to see me because there’s something else she needs to talk to me about.”

“I’m sorry to hear that about your father.”

“Thanks, but don’t be. Is that all?”

“Yes.”

She got up from her chair and headed towards the door.

“I know there’s more to all of this than what you’re letting on. I have a hard time believing that your father is doing all this to you because you refused to marry some guy.”

She stopped and turned her head.

“You really want to know the reason why?”

“Yes. Actually, I do.”

“I was born. That’s the reason.” She turned away and walked out of my office.

I sat there with my hands folded and a narrowed eye as I stared at the door. What the fuck did she mean by that? I grabbed my phone from my desk and sent her a text message.

“You’re having dinner with me tonight at my place, and we’re going to talk.”

“I already have plans.”

“You’re lying.”

“As much as you would love to believe that I am, I can assure you I’m not. Franco is hosting a pop-up event at a storefront space in midtown tonight, and I promised I’d be there.”

“Oh. I apologize for thinking you were lying.”

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