Page 117 of Magnetic God

“Let me hear them.”

“Sir?”

“Your ideas. I’m sure you have some. Or names?”

Somya blinks rapidly, as if she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

Finally, she says, “We have a list of exes that would be appropriate to approach. Lana Lovelace. Penelope Nathanson. Angela Whitmore.”

Is it terrible that I don’t remember any of those women? Lana maybe stands out, but I might be mistaking her for someone else.

I sigh. “Set up meetings with each of them. And any other potential candidate that you find worthy.”

Somya blinks again. “Are you sure, sir?”

“Positive.”

“I’ll have meetings set up by tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

Both leave my office, closing the door behind them.

I cross the room to the dry bar, pouring myself three fingers of whisky.

Fuck.

This is really happening.

My phone rings, and I glance at the screen.

As if this day could get any worse…

“This is Carter.”

“Carter,” Blanc greets. “How is your evening going?”

“It’s been eventful, as I’m sure you’ve heard.”

“I have heard, which is why I’m calling. Zhang is dead. Congratulations, Elite Member Carter. Your induction is in one week.”

Fuck.

“Also, while I have you on the phone, it’s time for you to find a wife. And I have just the person in mind.”

Double fuck.

“Who?” I rasp.

“Greer Blanc, my cousin.”

Triple fuck.