Dirty Nasty Billionaire (Part Three) by Paige North

Author:Paige North [North, Paige]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Favor Ford Publishing
Published: 2018-05-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

I told Nixon that I’d quit, but that was only because I wanted to be with him. If he doesn’t want to be with me, then fuck that. I’m showing up at the office today, just like every other day, and I’m going to own that internship. I’m going to Boss Bitch so hard that Amber’s going to want to give up. I’m going to make him give me that goddamn job.

But as soon as I stroll into the intern conference room, I know that Amber won’t be quitting. She’s got a wicked Cheshire grin on her face that tells me she has something up her sleeve.

“Hi guys,” I say, dropping into my usual seat and pulling my laptop out of my bag. My voice is casual, but I’m instantly on edge. Something is up.

But she’s not giving it away quite yet.

“Why don’t we have a team meeting to go over where everyone’s at with their projects,” Amber says. “I think it’s important that we all stay updated, so that if anyone drops the ball, or drops out —“ at this, she gives me a pointed look “— that the rest of us can easily pick up the ball and run it to the finish line.”

She’s definitely got something up her sleeve. But we make it all the way to lunch until I find out what it is.

I’m down in the cafeteria, a stark white wonderland of free food for Scour employees. The food is prepared by a Michelin star chef, and they serve everything from vegan to paleo to gluten free to keto (whatever that is). I’m just settling down to an empty table with my tray, which is filled with grilled salmon, a summer salad, and a warm, fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookie that is approximately the size of my head.

A file folder drops onto the table next to my tray.

I look up and see Amber standing there, her snotty grin so bright I swear you could see it from the top of the Prudential Center. She gestures at an empty chair beside me.

“May I?” She asks.

“Something about your expression tells me I don’t have a choice,” I reply.

She lets out a sick little giggle. “Oh, Delaney, we all make our own choices.”

Ugh. “Amber, cut the crap. What’s going on?”

“Why don’t you look in the folder?” She nods to it, resting in the middle of the table. She’s clearly been planning this, the lines she’s going to say, all the stage directions. I hate that I have no choice but to follow along, but if I want it to end, I’m going to have to play. So I reach for the folder and flip it open.

Inside is a photo, slightly grainy, but maybe that’s from being blown up into an 8x10. It takes me about point two seconds to realize that it’s a photo of Nixon and me. I remember the moment clearly. It was a few weeks ago. He’d pulled me into the

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