“Do you suspect anyone?”
“I have a lot of enemies.” Tapping my fingers on the desk, I state, “I don’t want to waste time looking into this since the damage is already done.”
“True. But it’ll help me to know who to keep a vigilant eye on.” The cutthroat expression on her stunning face ensnares me, especially when she boldly asks, “Besides your father, who else in the company wants your downfall? I want the list of all your enemies.”
Once again, I’m smacked with the fact that I seriously underestimated her. Arya isn’t going to be easily swayed from doing a poor job. As she converses with me, there’s no hint of the loathing she possesses for me inside her pretty little heart.
Despite it, I find myself uttering, “I’ll give you the names.”
And when thrill and determination shine on her face, I realize I’m fucked. Because she threatens to shatter my control.
With a bewitching smile, she excitedly asks, “Does this mean you’ll have me as your publicist?”
“I guess I will, angel.”
Yeah, totally, utterly fucked.
Chapter Thirteen
Arya
Remember when I called myself a bad judge of character? Yeah, it’s no longer a theory, but a fact.
Nathan fooled me yet again with his sincerity about cooperating with me as soon as the contract was signed. The second the ink dried on the papers, the man ghosted me.
Flew into the wind.
Literally in his private jet for a whole week.
Without bothering to mention it to me.
How did I hear about it after several unanswered calls, texts, and emails? From his assistant, who seems to be his partner in crime because she refuses to share his calendar with me.
I thought after our meeting, which shockingly ended on a positive note, we could embark on an amazing professional relationship rather than the disaster that was our one-night stand. I was willing to put it all behind us, but I forgot that Nathan is as infuriating as he is handsome.
The con artist of the century.
It’s been two weeks of roadblocks. It’s almost as if he doesn’t care about the scandal affecting his career. I’ve met all sorts of laid-back clients, but Nathan takes the cake.
He’s getting on my nerves and we’ve barely started.
Whether or not a lot is riding on the line for me, I’m not one to give up so easily. Hence, the second I heard he landed in the city this morning from the receptionist at his company’s headquarters, I decided to ambush him at work.
“Rani, hi, I’m Arya,” I greet the receptionist. “We talked on the phone. Would you please guide me to Mr. Singhania’s office?”
“Hello, nice to meet you,” she replies, reaching for the phone. “Absolutely, I will. Mr. Singhania is yet to arrive, but I’ll inform Erika you’re on your way up.”
“Oh, not necessary.” I wave her off, lying, “She knows I was coming.”
“Perfect.” Dropping the phone, she gives me the directions to Nathan’s office.
Taking the elevators to the thirtieth floor, I step out. Instead of going straight to his office to avoid his assistant, I head for the couch in the lobby and wait for him there. I’m not taking any chances of him avoiding me for any reason.
An hour passes. Nathan still hasn’t shown up.
I get antsy, wondering if he’s genuinely late or somehow got wind of my presence. Should I leave a message with Erika? Or perhaps the receptionist? Damn it, she’ll figure out I was lying before and will likely never help again.
Ugh, what do I d-
