Mr. Anything by Emily Bishop

Author:Emily Bishop [Bishop, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AG Media, LLC
Published: 2017-08-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Shane

When the jet touched down in Houston, Justin had my Veyron waiting for me at the private airport. I realized that while I was itching to get behind its wheel again, I didn’t feel as excited about driving it as I had been before I went to Mystic. That was when I was pretty sure I was fucked.

I was starting to think that my self-imposed exile was going to be a dividing point in my life, pre-Mystic Shane and post-Mystic Shane.

The Veyron’s engine purred to life at barely the touch of a button, and I directed the monster of a performance car straight to the skyscraper that was Perkins Enterprises. I had come back to Houston to get back to work, and I wasn’t going to waste so much as a second.

Besides, I was starting to drive myself crazy, and I needed an outlet. Work seemed like the perfect thing. I roared into my parking spot, right next to the bank of elevators that led straight to the executive level, swiped my key card, and within seconds, I was back in my natural habitat.

The employees of Perkins Enterprises seemed genuinely happy to see me back, coming out of their offices to greet me. Justin rushed toward me, firing off instructions into his ever-present earpiece and tapping at it when he reached me.

“Boss man, good to have you back.” He smiled. “I’m afraid there’s no time for you to settle in. There’s a board meeting in progress that started two minutes ago.”

“What?” I snapped, confusion and surprise clouding my thoughts, though I showed no outward expression of either emotion. “Why wasn’t I informed of this meeting?”

Justin looked shocked and suddenly afraid. “I don’t know, sir. Bart convened the meeting. I assumed it was on your instruction.”

It wasn’t but I wasn’t about to say it. “Where is it?”

“The big boardroom, sir,” Justin answered quickly.

I strode with purpose to the other end of the building, to the big boardroom that was attached to my office because it was ordinarily used for board meetings called by the CEO.

Me.

No one else was ordinarily allowed to make use of it without my express permission. Someone, it seemed, had forgotten that. I practically felt the relaxed Mystic Shane melt and mold back into the ruthless, billionaire oil tycoon, Houston Shane.

By the time I yanked at the handle of the door that led to my boardroom, there were no more traces of the man Fiona had met in Mystic.

A hush fell over the room as I entered. Most of the board members looked like they had seen a ghost when they saw me. Surprise was etched onto every face in the room, none more so than my trusty President’s face.

Every prickle of apprehension and suspicion that I’d felt and ignored back in Mystic bubbled to the surface. I had let the reins hang too loose, and it seemed he was trying to gather them up.

My fists clenched. Something was rotten in Denmark. Or, in this instance, at Perkins Enterprises.

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