Page 9 of Dirty Nasty Billionaire: Part 3

A fact I already knew, but Amber wanted to make sure I didn’t forget it. And as I watch the delight in Jenna’s eyes, I know immediately. She’s the one who took the photos. Because of course Amber wouldn’t do her own dirty work. She’d have to recruit her little minion Jenna to do it for her.

“What do you get out of all this, Jenna?” I snap, and I see Colin glance up, confused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she shoots back, innocent as all get out.

“You’re smart. Capable. I’ve seen your facility with the financials. You have as good a shot at the job as any of us. Why are you letting Amber run the show and treat you like shit? She’s only out for herself. When there’s no one left to fuck over, she’s going to turn on you.”

Jenna’s eyes narrow, but there’s a flash of worry there, too. She knows what I’ve said is true, and if it hadn’t occurred to her before, maybe she’s not as savvy as I thought. But she doesn’t say anything, just returns to her phone.

I slide back into my seat next to Colin, who glances up over the screen. He’s hunkered down, like he’s in a foxhole trying to avoid friendly fire.

“Anything I should know about?” he murmurs.

I sigh. I really don’t to get into all of it with him. He’ll find out soon enough, anyway.

“It’s fine,” I say. I pull out my laptop and toggle into the presentation I was working on about the interior design app. Colin and I both think it’s a winner, and we’ve teamed up to sell Scour on the acquisition. It’s a risk, working with your competitor, but I was sure together we’d be able to beat Amber and Jenna. And if I was going to lose out on the job, I’d be ok losing it to him. And if I got hired? My first recommendation was going to be to bring Colin onto the team.

But that’s probably all over now. There’s really no point in continuing to work, except for the fact that I don’t want to let Colin down. I might as well get as much accomplished as I can before Amber shows back up with Nixon, and probably some reps from Human Resources. And maybe a few lawyers, too. Hell, security could be showing up to escort me from the building.

When Amber finally stalks into the room, though, there’s no trace of the smug satisfaction she displayed at lunch. She doesn’t say a word to me, or even glance my way. She just drops down into her usual chair. She whips out her laptop and starts furiously typing.

Something didn’t go according to her plan.

I don’t know whether to be relieved or terrified.

Something tells me maybe a little of both.

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