Page 129 of The Rebel Billionaire

Then what am I missing?

DANTE:

More likely to do with the hot little number that works for him.

ME:

She has a name and a job title. And that’s quite a leap.

DANTE:

Not really, my dear friend. It’s called deduction. First day back in the office. It’s not even eight o’clock, and you’re messaging about dinner. Your mother also happened to mention a certain PA wasn’t attending her New Year’s Eve party, despite being invited.

ME:

She was ill.

DANTE:

Keep telling yourself that. Oh, and at said New Year’s party, you had a face like a smacked ass. Gabs also mentioned you dropped her home Christmas night.

ME:

Since when do you talk to my sister?

DANTE:

I’ve always talked to your sister. She just doesn’t usually want to talk to me.

LEO:

That’s ’cause you’re a cockalorum, and she has better taste.

DANTE:

A what?

LEO:

Cockalorum–a pompous individual with a self-inflated ego.

DANTE:

Hey, I thought you were my friend?

I shake my head. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

ORLANDO:

Oh hell, not another word-of-the-day desk calendar from Great-Aunt Mabel?

ME:

Never mind.

DANTE:

Oh no, we’re doing dinner. You called, we come. Seven thirty at the usual place.