Page 43 of Arrogant Playboy

“I’m looking forward to the project,” I tell her.

“You should, it’s a stunning property, I can’t wait to see what you do. Now, please take the time to think about my offer regarding Dubai. It’s a lot of me to ask you to move half-way across the world and if it isn’t something you see yourself doing that is okay too. Saying no won’t harm your place in the London office,” Ivy reassures me.

“I haven’t been to many places. I grew up in a fishing village on the coast, and there wasn’t a lot of money for overseas vacations. Us going to see our cousins in Ireland was the extent of my travel experience,” I confess.

Ivy’s face softens. “Aw, now I understand. You know what I think? You’ve given me a brilliant idea. I’m assuming everyone has traveled like me, but I think there are many people in this office who haven’t. For the people who are interested in relocating maybe we need to take an office tour of Dubai and see if they could picture themselves living there. We have so many clients in Dubai, we might do a catch up with them, too.”

“That sounds amazing, count me in.” Career-wise, I know Dubai will be a game changer, but moving half-way across the world to somewhere unknown and different to my life here in London is daunting.

“Perfect, let’s talk again in a couple of weeks. I’ll have more information by then.”

It’s Saturday night,and I’ve called the girls over because it’s been days since Daniel visited, and Emily still hasn’t mentioned once about him being here or offering her New York. Daniel told me that she broke down in his arms and he consoled her, and that when he left, he felt optimistic about it, but he still hasn’t heard from her.

“I so need this girl’s night. Work sucks.” Georgia sighs.

“What’s going on?” I ask, pouring her a glass of champagne, while Ava and Emily plate up our Indian takeout.

“I went for a promotion at work, and I found out yesterday that they gave the Social Media Manager’s position to the club owner’s grandson. A guy that has no idea how to run the social media of a premier league football club.”

“That’s bullshit,” I say.

“I know. He starts next week. No one is looking forward to that.”

“Your talents are wasted there,” Ava calls out from the kitchen as she walks in with bowls of food.

“I need the money.” Georgia groans.

“You guys were able to find me a job, I’m sure we can find you one.” Emily smiles as she takes a seat, placing the basket of Naan on the table.

“She’s right. I can ask around at work if anyone knows of any suitable vacancies,” Ava states. Seeing as she works for a huge PR and influencer company, Ava might be the perfect person to help Georgia.

“Yeah, I’d appreciate that, hun,” Georgia says.

We dig into dinner and chat about mundane things for a while until Ava drops a bomb.

“I heard Daniel came over,” Ava says as she pours herself a wine.

Shit.

“How would you know that?” Emily asks before her eyes narrow on me.

Busted.

“Rosie told me,” Ava says.

Gee, thanks.

“And how would Rosie know?” Emily questions me.

“He came into work,” I tell her.

“You never told me that,” Ava says.

“My boss is his best friend’s fiancée. I told you that.”

She nods. “Was that the only time?” Ava asks.

“We’ve spoken a couple of times since we got back. He’s been worried about Emily. He just wanted to check in while giving you some space.”

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