Page 101 of The Rebel Billionaire

“I can put it back to how it was,” she says, her voice dejected.

“Don’t,” I say.

Her eyes widen and lock on mine.

“I reacted impulsively before, and I apologise. I hate change, but you’re right. I’m expending far too much energy when a few tweaks mean I can have a lunch break.” I sigh. “It’s a hundred times more efficient use of my time.”

“And should help prevent you from getting a stomach ulcer,” she interjects in little more than a whisper.

“That too,” I say, letting her know I heard her. Her cheeks flush. “Leave the changes in place. I’m happy to try it if those managers whose meetings have moved are also happy.”

“They are,” she says quickly.

I catch her gaze. “This is good,” I say. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

Her lips tilt at the edges. “You’re welcome.”

Without saying anything else, she moves towards the door.

“Brooke.”

She stops and turns, her hand resting on the door handle.

My heart lurches. Shit, this is dangerous. She’s taking control of my life, looking out for me.

My need for control baulks.

“Where did you learn to think like this?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Which part? The impulsive part? Or the organisational part?”

I chuckle.

“The impulsive part I can see. More the organisational?”

“I used to help my mother with her diary. I tend to see when something isn’t working, and I have to make changes to correct it. I hate wasted time and effort.”

She doesn’t expand any further, and it makes me wonder what her mother does.

“Let’s see how it goes,” I say, earning myself a nod as she lets herself out.

I sit back, my gaze returning to the screen. I hate someone else taking control, but if this works… I’ll regain some control of my life.

I pick up my phone and send a message to the guys.

ME:

Dinner at 7:30?

LEO:

I’m in.

DANTE:

Thought you’d never ask.

ORLANDO: