Penny the Planner is what they call me, and it’s a title I’ve earned because I account for everything.
Once we’re inside Greyson’s office, he slams the door shut and slowly, methodically, walks around his desk, taking a seat.
Wade, Duke, and Clint are waiting with the women, leaving only Axel and Ryder to manage the crowd.
Amazingly, the six brothers work seamlessly together, like a well-oiled machine, each knowing their part and not deviating from the mission.
That cohesion is what launched Crimson Crest Ranch into a billion-dollar empire that shows no hint of slowing down.
With a grave expression, Greyson says, “What the hell happened out there?”
Hollywood points at me. “Fire thif wofan! And mafe her pay for my teef!”
I can’t help but chuckle at her mispronunciation, which only ignites her fury further.
One of her minions steps forward, looking from Greyson to me. “She attacked our friend!”
“Oh, yeah?” Greyson says, leaning back in his chair.
The minion points at me. “She was being rude, rolling her eyes at everyone, and when Bunny tried to intervene, she attacked.”
Greyson nods. “Yep, that sounds like Penny.”
My jaw drops.
“You could see the jealousy seeping from her oversized pores,” the other minion adds.
“Oh, come on!” I huff, glaring at Greyson. “Don’t tell me you actually believe them.”
Without looking at me, he asks, “What exactly happened?”
“She shook the bottle, pointed it directly at Bunny, and shot her with the cork.”
Greyson lifts his brow. “That sounds like battery.”
“Are you flipping kidding me?” I snap, looking to each of the brothers for support.
Wade, the jokester of the Prosper brothers, smirks. Clint and Duke remain stoic.
“Of course, your dental work, along with your hardship, will be covered by Crimson Crest Ranch, provided your story checks out. But these are serious allegations, ladies, and I’m gonna need to know if you’re willing to testify in case Miss Penny brings us to court for the unlawful termination of her contract.”
“Of course,” a minion says. Bunny and the other minion nod eagerly.
Greyson leans back and smiles. “That’s good to know, but lucky for you, you won’t have to.” He lifts a remote, presses a button, and a screen in the upper corner of the room comes to life, showing the party being played in reverse.
“Oh, shit!” a minion curses under her breath.
“Ah, right here!” Greyson exclaims, hittingplay.
On the screen, Bunny grabs and yanks the bottle several times, causing the cork to launch at her teeth.
Greyson hits pause and scratches his head. “Well, gee whiz, that’s not at all how you said things went down.”
Tears stream down Bunny’s face. “Pay for my teef?” She points at her mouth.
Greyson shakes his head slowly from side to side. “No, I don’t think I will.” He looks at Duke. “Escort them from the property and make sure they never set foot on Crimson Crest land again.”
“As you wish,” Duke says.
