Page 25 of One More Bad Boy

“It’s one song. She’ll be fine.”

“How can you know that?”

Pulling up next to the elevator, I gave her a coy smile. “I just do. You have ten seconds to tell me whatever you were going to, hurry up.”

Her perfectly tidy eyebrows lowered over her vibrant green eyes. “She told me what you said to her, about how she’s a product.”

I kept my expression neutral. Inside, a wave of guilt assaulted me. “And?”

“You can’t be that harsh with her. She’s strong, but...”

“I’m her boss,” I said coldly, tapping the button for the seventh floor. “It’s my job to be realistic with her.”

The doors started to shut; Violet jammed her foot in, stopping them. “I’m not asking you to be her friend. Just for you to soften up some. Otherwise, there’s no way she’ll be able to work with you long-term.”

“You think so little of her?”

“Excuse me?”

Hiding my hands in my pockets, I slouched. “You said it yourself. She’s strong. I don’t think my honesty is going to scare her off. Amina knows what she wants.” I leveled a stare on her curious face. “I get the feeling she always has.”

My VP worked her jaw, reconsidering what she wanted to say. Finally, she crossed her arms and groaned. “I’ll get her to Silverwell’s so she’s ready in time.”

“I’d expect nothing less from my favorite Vice President.”

Her red lips crinkled tight. “I hate you sometimes.”

"Please," I laughed, tapping the elevator button again. "We both know you love me. Besides," I said as the doors began to shut, "This was all your idea in the first place. I'm just doing what you always wanted me to do—following through."

I saw her stunned expression, then I was alone.

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