Page 12 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“Oh my gosh, how is this supposed to make me feel better, Sam?”

“It means you have more time to plan and restrategize.”

I sighed as I considered her words. I sat beside her and watched the results that came under her search:Greg Hathaway dumped at the altar. And truly, it was bad.

But that was a good thing.

His entire family would move all their focus to covering up the incident and saving their name. Knowing them, they were probably planning some ostentatious event to distract the public. In the worst-case scenario, they would marry off his younger sister. Either way, I was no longer the main focus. Icould actually rest easy. I let out a long sigh as I relaxed on the chair.

“Oh, good lord, I need a glass of wine,” I said.

“A glass? Baby girl, you need a bottle, and so do I.” Samantha exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. She headed for the kitchen, returning soon after with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

She placed the glasses on the table, opened the wine, and filled the glasses. I grabbed mine, swallowed it in one gulp, and then returned it to the table.

“Easy now, babe. You don’t want to go drunk texting the wrong people.” She raised an eyebrow at me, and I laughed, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

But no amount of intoxication on this God’s green earth would ever make me text Greg.

“Wait a minute. Since you can’t go to the business district to find the agent, how about you try calling him?” I brought my glass down from my lips. “I told you, I deleted his number already.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Where did you get the number from in the first place, Olivia?” Her voice seemed to convey a deeper message than her words, and it took a while for me to understand what she was saying.

My eyes widened, and a bright smile curved my lips as I placed my glass down and reached for the laptop again. “Oh my gosh, that’s right. His agency!! Why didn’t I think about that?”

“What would you do without me?”

“Absolutely nothing, Sam.” I chuckled as I returned to the former tab and copied out the number from the poster. “Let’s call him with your phone in case he’s still holding a grudge.”

She nodded and pulled out her phone from her back pocket, handing it to me before taking a sip from her glass. I called thenumber and placed the call on loudspeaker, setting the phone on the stool between us.

Each suspense-filled ring had me at the edge of my chair until someone finally picked up.

“Hello,” came a lady’s voice. I turned to Samantha, who had the same puzzled look on her face as me.

“Um, hi, hello. I was hoping to make some inquiries about a job that was supposed to be delivered earlier today.”

“Have you not received it till now?”

“Well, no, that’s why I called.” There was a long silence, and I had to tap the phone to see if she’d ended the call, and we both somehow missed it.

“What’s your name, please, ma’am?” the voice finally spoke.

“Olivia Sanders.”

“I’m speaking with Olivia Sanders?” There was a weird recognition in her voice, and I was instantly reminded of how famous I had become over the past couple of hours. I reached to end the call, but Samantha stopped me.

“Can you get the documents for us or not? We’re running on limited time,” she said.

The woman cleared her throat. “Give me a second, please.”

“Well, according to our logs, your agent is already on his way to give you your documents. He left in the afternoon. There might be a delay, which is why he hasn’t gotten to you yet.”

“Actually, we did meet, but there was a slight issue, and I wasn’t able to get the documents.”

“A slight issue?”

“We got into an argument.”

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