Page 8 of My Brother's Billionaire Best Friends
And I did it anyway.
I’ve never been able to forget how she sounded in my arms the first time. And I never imagined she would look at me the way she did in that moment—like maybe she wanted me back.
Now it’s a PR nightmare. Not the worst we’ve dealt with, but bad enough. Especially when it involves Phil’s sister. Especially when it involvesme.
Gavin’s probably already spinning it as a consensual after-hours “intimate moment” between high-level staff. Harrison’s likely brooding in the gym, pounding a heavy bag and blaming himself for not yanking the emergency override.
Me? I’m trying not to destroy everything that matters. My phone buzzes. It’s a calendar update. Sent by Parker.
Project Kickoff: Spring Gala Proposal – 2 PM Today (conf room B)
I click it open. She’s already outlined logistics, guest list targets, potential venue options, and a proposal doc titled “VT Looks Good Doing Good.”
Smart. Polished. Already leaning into the kind of spin we need. It gives me an idea. I buzz Gavin. “Loop Heather in. I’m naming Parker Simon project lead for the spring gala.”
There’s a pause. “Isn’t that a little…”
“Optical? Risky? Yeah. It’s also smart. She’s organized. She already started the damn doc. And if Heather wants proof we’re taking advantage of our position, this is it. Parker just started here as your executive assistant, but if we’re already grooming her for a higher position, Heather can’t say too much about a role differential.”
Another pause. “Right, so today is the day we’re redefining the term ‘thin excuse’?”
“Does it matter?”
He huffs. “I’ll let her know.”
A few minutes later, Heather calls.
“Jack.”
“Heather.”
“I was just about to request time on your calendar.”
“Don’t bother. I’m ahead of you.”
“Really? Because the elevator footage?—”
“Doesn’t exist,” I cut in. “And if it does, it won’t be leaving this building.”
She hums. “Still, we need to follow protocol. I’m scheduling conduct reviews with everyone who was in that elevator. You understand.”
“I do.”
“And Parker?”
“Project lead for the gala. Smart, visible, controlled. Let the story become about charity, not scandal.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“Vivian would be proud.”
“I’m not doing this for Vivian.”
“No. But you’re playing it her way.”
The call ends, and I don’t move for a minute.
Parker is going to hate this. She’s the type who wants to blend in, not stand out. But there’s no hiding now. She’s the most visible employee in the company.
