Page 38 of The Rebel Billionaire

Callie returns, with the bound report.

“Anything exciting happen?”

“Pete from the London office rang wanting to set up a meeting with Alessandro and the Italian supplier.”

“Excellent, did it go okay? Pete’s a real sweetie,” she says.

“It did. I’ve added the meeting to the calendar.”

“Did you align the time zones?”

I shift my head slightly, my eyes widening. Time zones? Wouldn’t that be automatic?

I shake my head.

Callie lowers herself into the chair, turning the monitor towards her.

She pulls up the meeting.

“Look at the meeting times for Pete and the Italian supplier.”

“Oh shit,” I say, shooting her a panicked look.

“It’s fine. It’s fixable,” she says with a smile.

“I assumed it would be automatic.”

“It should be, but it’s worth checking, especially if Alex has been travelling, or one of the others. Sometimes it doesn’t always reset.”

I grab my notebook as Callie cancels the current meeting and enables automatic time adjustment. I scribble down some additional notes while she rebooks the meeting. The last thing I need is Alex turning up to an empty meeting—or the suppliers doing the same.

“Thank you again,” I say, dropping back against the chair. “That was a stupid mistake and one I should have picked up on.”

“You’re welcome, and Brooke,” she says. “You will make mistakes. You’re on a steep learning curve. I made hundreds when I first started. Sophia had the patience of a saint. I just made sure I learned from each one and tried not to repeat any.”

I make a few more notes.

“Now take this to Alex,” she says, handing me the bound report she just retrieved.

I jump up, grab the paperwork, and head to his door. I knock and wait.

“Come in,” a voice calls from deep inside.

I twist the handle and enter, holding the report like a shield in front of me.

“The report you wanted.”

His head shoots up at the sound of my voice.

“Put it there,” he says, pointing dismissively to the edge of his desk.

Alex returns his attention to the screen in front of him.

I cross the room, placing it on the desk, then retreat towards the door.

Nothing.

It’s like I don’t even exist.