Page 33 of Taming the Elusive Billionaire

“Immediately after your clothing arrives, and you are happy with your choice. Right, Mom?” Ella asked.

“Yes, that’s correct,” Mom replied, nodding. “I will let them know which outfits to send over and will try them on to see which one suits me best. They will likely arrive today. If so, and Lucy is ready to start, then we will start this afternoon.”

“Oh,” I muttered, scratching my jaw.

“Oh? Do you want me to wait until you get back, so you can be there when she draws it?”

“Of course not.” I lied, shaking my head. “I have more important things that I need to attend to, and I am not sure I will actually be back today,” I said, looking at my watch.

“Too bad, it should be fun,” Mom said.

“I will see if I can do it,” I muttered as I turned a last look at Lucy and found her still glued to her phone. Shaking my head, I walked out of the room, heading outside. If she wants to act as if nothing happened between us, then I can definitely do so too.

I reached outside to find the driver standing just outside the door and headed straight to the garage.

He smiled and adjusted his sunglasses. “Where to, sir?”

“Xanders, please.”

“Okay, sir.” He replied with a nod as he opened the door to the 2023 Escalade. I got in, took out my phone, and dialed the pilot’s number immediately.

As expected, he picked on the first ring. “Dave, Alpha One is reporting, sir.”

“How’s the weather doing?” I asked.

“Good, sir.”

“Good, get my jet ready. We are heading to Tennessee.”

“Consider that done, sir.”

I grabbed my phone and looked out the window to find the driver approaching the gate. I dialed Philip’s number, and he picked up after the third ring, an act unbecoming of him.

“Sorry.” He said immediately he finally picked up the call while taking a deep breath. “I am sorry, I was . . .” he paused and sniffled.

I wiped my eyes, “Isn’t it too early to be into the alcohol, Philip?”

“I am not today,” he sniffled again, “but, I do have quite a headache from an event last night. Gosh, this hits a lot harder when you are older, doesn’t it,” he chuckled, “Sorry, just give me a minute.”

I took the phone away from my ear, and after a few minutes, I put the phone back, “Are you sober now?”

“Yes . . . yes . . . just a big head from last night, and had something on my mind.”

“I don’t care what’s on your mind, Philip. Where are you?” I asked, looking out the window.

“I am anywhere you want me to be, sir.” He said and sniffled again.

“How far are you from Tennessee?”

“Not much, but that’s far from home, sir. Are you looking on having an office there?”

“Maybe,” I replied with a shrug, “I need you to get something done for me.”

“I am all ears.”

“I want two Jeeps, a Cadillac, and an Escalade, big ones, waiting for me right at the airport when I drop. Can it be done?”

“I . . . wait, stay on the line. I am on my computer. Let me run some checks and see if we can get . . . yes, we can get them, but from the next city.”

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