Page 3 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

“It’s not all its cracked up to be,” Fred said under his breath.

Kat ignored him and continued with her email.

I see you need me to send you a thousand dollars in order to process the inheritance. I’m excited to say I have exactly a thousand dollars in the bank and I am going to take it to Western Union right away. I just need to make sure you’re not a scammer.

Could you please send me a photograph of you holding a package of Ho Hos? This will be the proof I need. I will send the money shortly.

Much love,

Katalina Mariachi Edwina Philipina

She pressed the send button and leaned back in her chair. Fred glanced at her, the clicking of his keyboard paused. “What did you ask this poor sucker to do?”

“This one’s going to be all about the Ho Hos. We’re starting with a photo.”

He chuckled. “Do they even have Ho Hos in Nigeria?”

“Guess we’ll find out.” Kat went to check on the coffee. She pulled her mug out from the cabinet and filled it with the hot liquid.

Fred shook his head. “I don’t know how you get these guys to actually do what you ask.”

She turned and shot him a cheesy grin. That was the best part. When she got a scammer to do something ridiculous, it felt like winning. Getting back a little. “You just have to know what buttons to push.”

He resumed his typing. “You’re insane.”

Kat laughed as the door opened and Lydia came rushing in. “I think the storm has started.” She brushed a few flakes out of her hair as she walked toward her office. The woman was a force to be reckoned with. She’d been running this place ever since Kat could remember, but didn’t look like she’d aged much. Amazing what hair coloring could do.

Lydia unlocked her office. “Have Sarah find out why I saw a fire truck on fifth avenue.”

Kat hurried to get Lydia’s coffee while Paul came in and stamped snow from his boots. The woman was a bear if she didn’t bring it right away. As Kat filled the mug she wondered if Lydia would ever give her the chance she needed to prove herself. She rushed to set the mug down on Lydia’s desk.

Lydia picked it up and sipped it without acknowledging her. Whatever. Kat went back to her desk. When Sarah entered Kat called to her. “Firetrucks on Fifth Avenue.”

“Already on it,” Sarah said.

The front door opened, and a man walked in. Talk about tall, dark and handsome. Kat almost swallowed her tongue. Wow, who let the hottie in? With a suit and hairstyle straight from GQ, Kat was sure he wasn’t from Pleasant Hollow. He wore an expensive looking coat and clutched a briefcase in his gloved hand. She cleared her throat. “How can I help you?”

The man brushed snow off his shoulder while he took his time looking around. Finally, his gaze landed on her. “Who’s in charge here?”

Lydia didn’t like it when Kat let just anyone back into her office, so Kat stood. “What do you need? Maybe I can help you.”

Irritation crossed his features. “I need to speak to the person in charge. Since that’s obviously not you, I don’t see how you can help me.”

Kat’s first impression of the guy fell to the floor. Sure, he was hot, but rude guys were so not appealing. “Lydia’s in charge. Can I tell her who would like to speak to her?”

“I’m Damian Warren. I own this newspaper.”

Oh, this could not be good. Lydia was always complaining about how Paul needed to sell more advertising, or she’d fire him. But she never would. He had a wife and three kids. Deep down, Lydia was more of a softie than she liked to let on.

“I’ll take you to her.”

Damian followed her past the desks to the back. She noticed a slight limp as he walked, and she wondered what was up with him. He didn’t look old enough to be a war veteran or anything. He couldn’t be much more than thirty. Kat entered Lydia’s office and wrung her hands. “There’s someone here to see you. Says he’s the owner.”

Lydia froze, her face draining of color. Whoa, what had her flustered? Kat had never seen her like this. Lydia stood and swallowed. “Well. Show him in, please.”

Kat stepped aside so Damian could enter. Damian stuck out his hand. Lydia blinked for a moment, just staring at him.

“I’m Damian Warren.”

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