Page 12 of The Heir

Tilting my head I pause for a second. "Tell her it's not available."

Sylvia frowns. "But, Mr. King, itisavail-"

"Tell her it's not available. And while you're at it, contact Mr. Saunders and have him clean out the forty-fourth floor. We're acquiring a new business."

Her eyebrows raise but she remains professional.I say a little prayer of thanks because some days I truly wouldn't be able to manage this job without her."Okay… may I tell him which one, sir?"

"ISKing Design, Inc." I reply simply, heading to the elevator. "Thank you, Sylvia."

My girl will not be renting an office area in my building, not when I can give her an entire floor. And her business will be reflecting her King status.

As I slide into the car I wince, forgetting the flowers yet again in my conversation with my receptionist. I knock on the partition, signaling my driver who lowers the little divider.

"Sir?"

"Dennis will you please call my receptionist and have her deliver the red roses that are in my office to Ms. Brookes' home tonight? Have her write a note: You forgot these. HK."

I grin, thinking Christopher is going to get a taste of his own medicine for once and wishing I could be a fly on the wall to see his reaction. Though, there's a major chance he won't care as he's too busy crawling around in his side piece to pay attention to anything that's going on with Isobel. Because if he had been paying attention, he would have seen me around every fucking corner.

He would have smelled the lust emitting from my pores.

"Very good, sir." The partition goes up and I make myself another whiskey, watching the lights of the city fly past the window.

Patience, King.Patience.

Chapter three

By Your Walk

Seeing him slide smoothly into his car I turn my windshield wipers on, considering it’s starting to do a little more than sprinkle. I replay our almost hour meeting repeatedly from every angle, methodically turning every word.

God. Why do the sexiest men have to be the most fucking arrogant? I tighten my lips, wondering for the first time what it’d be like to have a driver. I guess I’ve never aspired to bethatrich. I just want enough money to be comfortable.

I pull off into the evening traffic, headed to the apartment but I pause, pulling out my phone. I don’t want to be alone with Christopher tonight. I need a friend. It rings a few times but she answers just before it goes to voicemail.

"Hello, Izzy," Anna says, panting.

“Hi, Anna!” I greet her, my tone softening. “Are you okay? Why are you breathing like that!?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I’m just…finishing up at the gym!”

“Oh nice," I smile, switching lanes to get around a slow driver. "I should go with you, sometime. I think my ass is getting bigger.”

We laugh. “You’re perfect, Isobel. Seriously, stop beating yourself up!”

“Awww, thanks friend. So are you. So, I hate to ruin your workout but I'm heading out for a light dinner and could really use a friend-"

"Uh," Anna says hesitantly. "I don't know about tonight, Izzy-"

"We don’t have to talk about work, I promise!” I say hastily in an attempt to reassure her. We spent all day on work, I don’t want to become that overbearing boss. I don’t even like to think of myself as her boss to be honest.

“Okay, where you want to go?”

“I was thinking Romanos, the upscale seafood joint on the upper west side. Can you get there soon?”

“That sounds perfect! I can be there in forty-five minutes I think.”

“Cool, I’ll order us some wine. I don’t mind waiting.” I hang up the phone, taking time to be alone with just my thoughts.

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