Page 6 of Selfish Suit

I press the down button on the elevator, and as the numbers above the doors light up, I realize I forgot something.

Shit.

I return to the office and see Mr. Sutton standing exactly where I left him, frozen in time and looking at the door.

That ten-dollar bill is still on the floor, and he’d probably leave it for someone else to pick up anyway.

Without saying a word, I pick it up, shoot him one last glare, and storm out again.

The elevator doors are opening as I arrive, and I immediately step inside and hit the door close button.

I’m looking forward to seeing what food at this price tastes like for dinner…

THE CEO

DOMINIC

No one has ever dared to talk to me that way.

I’m still staring at the door, knowing—just knowing—that as quickly as Miss UberEats returned to retrieve my generous tip, she’ll return and apologize.

And give me my food back.

The only reason I didn’t chase her down the hall was because I was too taken aback by her words, too taken aback by how stunningly beautiful she was.

Even in a simple pink hoodie and jeans, her hazel eyes (with all their judgment) and her long, wavy auburn hair caught my attention.

Not to mention her plump pink lips.

I’m not sure how long I stand there, but the only person who walks through the door is my janitorial manager.

“Should I call 9-1-1 for you, Mr. Sutton?” He waves a hand in front of my face. “Your face is really red, and it looks like a vein is about to pop out of your neck.”

“I’m fine.” I shake my head. “I was just… Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Do you think I’m the worst CEO in Manhattan?”

“Um, no, but … I’ve only ever worked for you, so I wouldn’t know.”

“Am I selfish?”

He blinks.

“It’s a yes or no question, Charles.”

“My name is Clarkson,” he says. “But uh…” He looks at his phone and then steps backward to the door.

“Answer my question,” I demand.

“Oh nooo! There’s an emergency situation in the boiler room.” He doesn’t sound convincing at all. “Gotta go.”

He leaves the room even faster than Miss UberEats did.

There’s no way that woman actually works for me…

Livid, I walk over to the conference table and open my laptop. I log into the employee listing and search for “Ivy.”

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