Page 55 of The Rebel Billionaire

“How are the plans going?”

Now he asks?

“We’ve had a small issue with the balloons and decorations, but that’s now been resolved.”

“Everything is ready?”

“The Couture Salon has been transformed by Monty and his team. It looks amazing. Chef has the catering handled. The drinks were delivered last night, and a bar has been set up ready. The majority of staff have responded, and the whip-round is more than I could ever have imagined.”

He chuckles at my use of whip-round.

“Callie is well-liked,” he says.

The understatement of the year.

“I have big boots to fill,” I say.

“You do,” he adds, clearly not wanting to sugarcoat it or lie to me. Something I find strangely reassuring.

“At least organising this has helped get my face out there,” I say, trying hard not to grimace.

It certainly has. There’s been no hiding, and every day now more and more people are greeting me as I move around the office. The only positive is that no one has shouted, ‘Look, there’s the missing heiress, she’s been under our noses all this time.’

There doesn’t seem to have been a hint of recognition. Maybe Kris was right when he said the Americans weren’t as familiar with the whole Frazer family apart from Kat, and that’s only because she runs one of the top hotel chains here.

I look up, our eyes clashing. “I forgot to ask, are you happy to give a small speech for Callie and hand her the gifts?”

He inclines his head and stares at me. My heart rate picks up. “I… I can ask Sue in HR if you’d rather not,” I say to fill the silence.

Although if he refuses, he’ll drop in my estimation. Callie has been his PA for five years. If he can’t say a few words, then screw him.

“Of course,” he says. “Just tell me when.”

I let out the breath I’ve been holding. “Great.”

He quirks a brow. “After all, you’re the one in charge of this event.”

I tilt my head in acknowledgement. I am, aren’t I?

“I’ll let you know.” My eyes wander to the bank of clocks he has on the wall, showing the different time zones around the world. The setup reminds me of my brother Gabe’s office. “Kick-off is in about an hour.”

“I’ll be there,” he says.

I get up and turn to leave, my pulse suddenly racing.

“How are you going to get Callie downstairs?” he asks, surprising me.

“I was going to help her carry her belongings out of the building at five. David is coming to collect her. I invited him too,” I say, wondering if that was the wrong thing, but knowing they’re friends. “If you want to say your goodbyes or assist…”

His smile touches his mouth, and goose bumps spring up all over my body.

“Yes, I’ll help. I want to see Callie’s face when she realises what you’ve done, and that David knew.”

I wrinkle my brow. “Why? Is she going to be annoyed?” I ask, suddenly wondering if I’ve been set up.

His grin widens, transforming his already handsome face into something mesmerising.

“Callie hates surprises, especially the ones she’s out of the loop on, but she’s organised enough events herself to realise she’s not getting away without some form of a send-off.”