“It’s your job to read these things before I do,” he said. “I could’ve sworn that’s why I hired you.”
LESS THAN FORTY-EIGHT HOURS AGO…
I held back a scream and sucked in a long breath instead.
He’s paying you over a million dollars, Chloe.
“Please give me a moment, Mr. Hudson,” I said, trying to sound polite.
I typed in the website, and the moment it loaded, I sent it to the printer for the negative pile.
The Biggest Beast in Manhattan Is Trying to Strangle Another Beauty.
“Hello? Miss Sterling?” he asked. “Am I talking to myself?”
“No, I’m reading…” I quickly skimmed, trying to find the “lies” he was talking about.
“Overbearingly wealthy ass who doesn’t need to purchase any more real estate.”
Check.
“He should start taking up some hobbies and leave the rest of us alone.”
Yep.
“We need to band together and find a way to launch this asshole into the sun?”
These are not lies…
“This is an absolutely terrible piece of journalism, sir.” I tried not to smile. “I’ll contact the editor and send them some nice, charitable things you’ve done lately. Speaking of which, can you give me three?”
Silence.
“Um…hello?”
“I’d rather you work on getting this entire article unpublished, Miss Sterling,” he said. “In addition to that, I need you to sit in on a meeting at the Central Condos at six thirty.”
“Six thirtyp.m.?”
“No, Miss Sterling.” His voice was terse. “A.M.”
“Well, how am I supposed to finish this first task if you’re already asking me to do something else?”
“I don’t know, but figuring it out sounds like a personal problem.” He hung up without another word.
I calculated how much of his money I could keep for one and a half days of work so I could cut my losses, but it was far from enough.
I am so fucked.
THE AGENT
CHLOE
“Thank you for the ride, Marie.” I stifled a yawn as she pulled in front of the condos.
“You’re more than welcome.” She handed me a bag of donut holes. “You look half-dead today. No offense.”
“None taken.” I stretched my arms. “Things could be a lot worse.”
