The phone went dead. Aggravated, I called back.
“Hello? This is Tess. How may I assist you?”
“Tess,” I hissed.
“Good evening, Beck. What a lovely surprise.” My assistant was very carefully enunciating her words.
“Are you drunk?” I demanded.
“It’s the last free Friday night of my entire life before I have to spend it cosplayingGilmore Girls,” she complained, dropping the exaggerated way of talking.
“Actually,” she said thoughtfully, “it might not be so bad. Maybe I can also find a hot, dark, and handsome bad boy to be the Jess to my Rory.”
“Tess, focus.”
“I just had a bottle of wine!” she sang. “And I’m baking a cake!”
“You’re moving in with me tomorrow,” I practically shouted into the phone.
“That just killed my buzz.”
Of course she doesn’t want to move in with you.
I looked out the door of Greg’s study. Several of my sisters waved when they saw me.
God, my family was so fucking weird. We all looked too similar, there were too many of us, and it was too chaotic. No wonder Tess didn’t want to be involved.
“Ethel is coming by with a housewarming present sometime in the near future. And you need to be there when she does.”
“Say no more,” Tess slurred. “I can totally make your condo feel homey and not like a serial killer lives there.”
I winced. It hurt more than I expected.
It’s better this way. What do you care what she thinks? Man up.
“Very well,” I said, using my professional voice. “I expect to see you at 101 Park Place tower at eight a.m. sharp for move-in.”
“Eight a.m.?” she screeched and dropped the phone.
16
Beck
The tall glass tower gleamed in the sunlight when the caravan of moving trucks showed up.
I whistled as we walked into the pristine lobby. With the white marble floors, subtle Scandinavian wood accents, and the trees, I was actually looking forward to living there.
“This is way nicer than anything Svenssons Investment ever did,” Liam remarked as the girls flitted around, admiring the space.
“Of course it’s nicer than anything Greg was ever going to develop,” said a sharp voice.
Belle Frost was silhouetted against the gleaming white marble in a black suit and a pencil skirt. She had her brother Owen’s same platinum white hair and his height. I always found her slightly intimidating, but today it was clear she was out for blood.
“Though if I want it to stay nice, I shouldn’t even let you all move in here. You’re going to bring down property values.”
“Now, Belle,” Greg said, a smirk on his face, “you know it’s illegal to discriminate.”
“It is not illegal to discriminate against spoiled male billionaires.”
