Page 586 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 7
“Who knows? But you can totally picture Mr. Frost doing that to someone, can’t you?”
“I actually can, yeah.”
“Perfect!” said Chastity. “That’s what we’ll go with. I’ll go find a guy to stand in as your boyfriend for the gif. See you in a couple hours!”
“What?! No! I just said I could picture Mr. Frost doing that. Not that it was going to happen this afternoon.”
“Then how else are you going to avoid getting fired? The email very clearly said that wehadto be at the office by 5 pm.”
“Let me see…” I put her on speakerphone and clicked through to my inbox. The first message was from Mr. Frost at 6:30 this morning. It was addressed to me and CCed to Chastity.
Good morning ladies,
Apologies for the short notice, but we need to talk. Meet me at the office at 5 PM.
-Xander Frost
Shit!This sounded serious. And I was almost certainly going to be late. Which was like…one of my greatest fears. Right up there with getting my liver punctured. “I’m on my way. If I’m not there on time, do whatever you can to stall for me.” I ran downstairs and tore into the kitchen. My mind was going a million miles a minute thinking about what Mr. Frost could possibly want to talk to us about at 5 pm on a Sunday. Whatever it was, I was sure I wasn’t going to like it.
“Everything okay?” asked Cole.
“We have to go.”
“What?” asked Cole and his mom at the same time.
“A work thing just came up. Can you get me back to the city by 5?”
Cole glanced at the microwave clock. “It’s gonna be close.” He popped up and grabbed his keys.
***
We pulled up to my office with about 3 minutes to spare. The only reason we weren’t super late was because Cole had sped like a madman…but only after making me promise that I wouldn’t blow any cops to get him out of a speeding ticket.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said. I gave Cole a quick kiss and jumped out of the car.
“Wait,” he said. “You almost forgot this.” He tossed me the flash drive. I snatched it out of the air and ran towards the building.
Chastity was waiting for me by the elevator.
“For someone who doesn’t like to be late, you’re really cutting this one close,” she said, handing me a bag of work clothes as she jammed her thumb against the UP button.
After the elevator incident a few months ago, I’d promised myself that I’d never change in an elevator again. But desperate times called for desperate measures, so I broke my promise and stripped down on the way up to our offices.
I held my breath practically the entire time, just waiting for the doors to ding open at the most inopportune moment. Somehow, though, we made it up to our office without stopping at a single floor. Probably because no one else’s boss sucked enough to make them come in on a Sunday.Stupid Mr. Frost.
Chastity tugged on my hair.
“Ow.”
“Take your wig off. It feels like it’s glued to your head or something.”
I almost screamed. Glue and hair were not a good mix. But then I remembered it was just Tanner’s fancy tech. I slid off the bracelet and my hair immediately turned back to red.
“What in the hell was that?” Chastity lifted a strand of my hair.
“Fancy CIA tech. There’s no time to explain.” We dashed off the elevator a second before the clock struck 5.
I let out a sigh. I expected Mr. Frost to be sitting right by the elevator counting down the time on his watch, but he wasn’t.
