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Me? I'm not fine.

I can’t wrap my head around the idea that she wants to leave me.

How the fuck am I going to function without her?

I run my finger over her signature.

Cari Summers

When did she write this?

Why?

Where is she going?

Whyis she going?

And why the fuck didn't she tell me in person?

Because I had her running around to pick up Alicia's earrings.

Then I made her book dinner for me and Alicia.

All that time this has been lying on my desk.

I drain my glass dry and pour myself another before sinking back into my chair, thinking that just when this day couldn’t get any worse … my world imploded.

Chapter 10

JETT

“I told you about this months ago, Mr. Knight. It’s my sister’s wedding! I have the invitation to prove it. You said it was okay for me to take the time off.”

I press the phone tighter against my ear, irritation bubbling up. I’ve had a brutal few days in Sacramento. My father knew exactly what a snake pit he was throwing me into. The management team hasn’t been doing its job well, and sales are in the toilet. I think I’ve managed to figure out why, and put together a plan to fix things.

I wish I could say the same about the problem with my nanny. “Butthree weeks?” I try not to yell. “We’re supposed to be going to Bermuda for three weeks.”

“I haven’t had a vacation since last year, Mr. Knight, and I told you.”

Damn. I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to think. I forgot. Of course, I did. And Cari didn’t remind me. I’ve been in the Sacramento office for a few days now, maybe that’s why. I rely on her for so much, and now everything’s spiraling.

“You went to a bachelorette party recently,” I retort.

“Yes. That was my sister’s bachelorette party and I just went for the weekend.”

“Can you at least come back straight after the wedding?” My voice edges on desperation.

“My entire family is flying in from all over the world, Mr. Knight. There are some things money can’t buy.”

I grit my teeth, frustrated. “You’ve put me in a difficult position, Anna.” I have Bermuda coming up—business there that can’t be delayed.” I don't need more crap on top of the mountain of shit I'm already dealing with.

She doesn't say anything, but I can tell she's annoyed. Seems like a lot of people get annoyed when I talk to them. People like Anna, and Cari.

Cari.

I squeeze my eyes shut, not having slept well the past few nights. My assistant has left me in the lurch with her resignation. I spoke to her a few days ago about some files I needed her to scan and email over, but I didn’t mention a word about the resignation letter. I want to ask her what the fuck she thinks she’s doing, but that’s a conversation I need to have with her face to face.

“If you go and you don't return by next week, Anna, I cannot guarantee that your job will be available when you come back.” I can't lose my nanny too, so I threaten her hoping she'll relent. She'll have attended the wedding and seen her family by next week, and she can return in time for us all to leave for Bermuda. Does she really need to spend so many weeks with her family?

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