Page 54 of The Rebel Billionaire

“I’ve caught Ralph at his next stop. He’s turning around and heading back your way. You’re in luck, he got your order mixed up, and I caught him before he began unloading.”

I’m not sure ‘in luck’ really covers it, but I’m not going to argue.

“That’s great, I’ll get a team downstairs ready to help turn this around as quickly as possible,” I say, not sure if that is actually feasible or whether I’m overstepping.

The call ends, and I look up to find Monty and Molly watching me.

“Taking charge, you’ll go far,” he says with a wink.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“Don’t apologise. These guys are going to be standing around shortly. If it means we can get organised faster, it’s all hands on deck.”

I nod, suddenly aware that this is not necessarily how Brooke would operate. This is pure Harper, but needs must, and this party requires a win.

I turn to Monty. “I need to get back upstairs before I’m missed,” I say, feeling guilty about abandoning them.

“Go.” He waves me away. “We’ve got this, I promise,” he says, motioning to his team, who are now busy repackaging everything.

I smile. “Thank you. Any more issues, call me.”

Monty smiles and laughs as I practically sprint to the elevator. Ten minutes have turned into closer to thirty.

Shit.

Callie is alone at the desk.

By the time the elevator lands on our floor, I’ve stabilised my breathing.

“Everything okay?” Callie asks as I make it back to the desk.

“All good,” I say.

“Er, Alex came out. He wanted to see you.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, counting to ten.

“Don’t worry, I told him I sent you on an errand,” Callie says.

I shoot her a look of gratitude. “What am I going to do without you?” I ask.

“You’ll manage. I have no concerns. You’re going to rock this.”

“I’m glad one of us has faith,” I say, heading towards Alessandro’s door.

I inhale deeply before knocking.

“Come in.”

I let myself in, closing the door behind me.

He looks up, his blue eyes burning into me. Until now, Callie has been the perfect barrier, but from next week, I’ll have no shield against the man in front of me.

He motions to the chair opposite him.

I take a seat.

“You wanted to see me?”