Page 15 of One Night Billionaire

Brian went to the table with the bag of food and picked it up. “What did you order?”

She bit back her grin. Her plan was working and Brian was at least a little less grouchy than before.

“I got the same as you,” she told him.

He grunted again but reached into the bag and handed her a takeout container before taking his own. Brian went back to his desk and opened it.

“If, and I mean, if this worked, it would make huge changes in the industry.”

She nodded. “I know. I think the concept is great for documents. If we expand the idea to the other file types, it would not just improve personal organization, but would help with scripts and databases.”

Brian took a bit of his food and seemed to be thinking it over. She kept her mouth shut, setting her laptop to the side and opening her food.

“Let’s get Pete in on this. I want that possibility kept between the team and us. I don’t know that it would work, and I am not interested in making promises I can’t keep,” he told her.

“Me either. I wouldn’t bring it to you if I didn’t think it would work,” she replied.

“Nevertheless, I’d like to see it in action. Rework this presentation and give me five versions with your idea being last. Keep the timeline tight, but I think we will roll out the updates slower so if we beat deadlines, great, and if we take it to the wire then we are still good to go.”

“Got it. Under promise and over deliver.” She didn’t hide her smile this time. Her idea looked like it was working.

“I got your report of all the bugs. Do you think there are any more lurking in there?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I won’t lie to you. I tried to comb through, but some things need to be completed to see if anything else pops up.”

“Your timeline allowed for only two days for testing. Are you confident we will be able to work them out if we find any?” Brian pressed her.

“I want to tell you, yes, but I can’t account for other people’s work. I am confident that we will be able to identify them. And my timeline allows for four days of testing if you count the weekend.”

“Does it?”

“The team is aware that no time off can be taken before the release and they may need to work weekends.”

“Good.”

They talked more about the project and possibilities as they finished their food. The hour passed quickly, especially considering its tense start. She closed up her container and stood to drop it back into the bag it came in.

“I can take your container when I leave if you’re done?” she offered.

Brian stood and carried his trash to the bag as well. “I didn’t want you here.”

“I know,” she whispered.

He was too close and she was feeling the butterflies return to her stomach. She slipped away and picked up her purse and laptop before grabbing the bag of their takeout trash.

“Let me get that for you,” Brian said.

She turned, thinking she had forgotten something. Brian was right there and she was suddenly looking straight into his eyes. If she were to just go up on her tiptoes right here, she could kiss him.

Brian licked his lips and it took every ounce of willpower she had to step back. He blinked twice and then reached around her to open the door.

“Have a good night, Anna.” There was a huskiness to his voice.

She let it wash over her, the hover unavoidable.

“You too,” she squeaked out, leaving his office and hearing the click of the door closing behind her.

Chapter eight

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