Plan B (while doing Plan A): Find something else just in case he fires me.
CHAPTER TEN
SEBASTIAN
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“What the fuck do youmean they’re pulling their funding?”I yell as Victor pushes the door closed in my office the next day.“Leave it open!”
The only people on the executive floor are my senior team...and Emily.
Emily.
Jesus.The girl I had “sexual relations” with on the flight back to New York.What a colossal mistake that was.
Of all the people on the planet, I finger-fucked my new PA.
She can’t stay working here.
Clearly.
Julie will need to replace her, but I don’t have the mental capacity to come up with a good reason why Emily isn’t suitable.
She is.
She’s been doing a great job so far.
Right now, I don’t care.I’ve just been told that five hundred million dollars have just slipped through my fingers, and the Crown Plaza development is at risk of falling over, figuratively, if I don’t fix this.
Victor crosses his arms.“I got a message from Rashid who said the money transfer is on hold.”
A cold chill runs down my spine.
“Did you ask why?”
Victor nods, and if I’m not mistaken, he looks fucking happy about this.Uncrossing his arms, he walks to the sofa and sits.I watch as he manspreads and leans his arm along the back of the sofa, tapping his fingers.
