Page 59 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
She pauses, angles her body.
"Who are you?"
"I work with the Seven; I’ve been with them since the beginning."
"The beginning..."
"When they formed their first company."
Ah. I had searched for Mr. Alphahole’s background, of course, but hadn’t found much. He’d kept his tracks covered, until he’d come out of nowhere, or so it seemed, and bought the flailing Tenor Investments. He’d rebranded it as 7A Investments. He’d kept himself out of the limelight since. Bet he used his power/money to buy his privacy. And then there’s FOK Media. The company I am working for, which just launched. That had been the latest news I had found, when I’d searched the internet last night before falling asleep. Hmm. I walk toward the woman, "That’s all you are going to say?"
"For now." She dips into her pocket and pulls out a card, "Come find me when you get a chance."
I take the card. Meredith Vincent.
"You're the one who emailed me?"
She nods.
There is no designation, no phone number or email address. "And you’re so high up in the company you don’t need any introduction?"
She giggles, and the sound is so girlish, I can’t stop my lips from quirking.
"Don’t be silly." She searches my face, "My job is highly confidential. I work with the Seven, and I don’t need to introduce myself to them, do I?"
Right.That doesn’t quite make sense, but I’ll take any support I can get in this place.
"So, you’ll help me?"
She pushes open the door, "I have a feeling we are going to help each other."
