Page 55 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

I have taken it upon myself as a Security Manager at the Dayton International Airport to contact you personally about this abandoned shipment. After the confirmation is made, I will go ahead with all negotiations with the airport authorities for the release of the consignment box to me as your representative so I can arrange for the delivery to your city.

Lastly, to enable me to confirm if you are the actual recipient of this consignment box, I will advise you get back to me as quick as possible and re-confirm your address and personal information so that I can be sure that the box is going to the rightful owner.

Regards,

Mr. Brady Marvel

Security/Inspection Manager

Kat grinned. This would be good. She clicked to respond.

Dear Mr. Marvel,

First of all, what an awesome name. Secondly, I am indeed shocked that a shipment of this size was found in my name. However, I do have a distant uncle who was known to send me large amounts of cash in strange ways, so it’s fortunate you have found my email address. I can’t believe he sent me between 4.5 million dollars. I’m wondering what it’s between, but that’s beside the point.

I will gladly send you my mailing address, my bank account information, and my mother’s maiden name so you can properly secure the shipment to me. I have the perfect thing I am going to buy with this money. A giant statue of Thor. I saw one just the other day and thought the 4.5 million dollar price was very fair.

Anyway, there is just one thing I need from you. I need you to send me your identification so I can be sure you are actually Mr. Brady Marvel, the security/inspection manager from the Dayton International Airport.

Please send this right away and I will confirm all information for you.

Regards,

Kat bit her lower lip. What name should she use? She wanted to tie in the Marvel theme but didn’t know the comics very well. She googled Female Marvel Characters and found the perfect one. She got back to the email and signed her name.

Natasha Romanova

She clicked send and then glanced back at Lydia’s office. Her throat grew dry. Lydia was here already. Kat hadn’t noticed her come in. Her office door was open, but her blinds were closed so Kat couldn’t see in.

Kat swallowed and got up to fetch Lydia’s coffee. No words were exchanged as Kat set the mug down on Lydia’s desk. Lydia didn’t even look up from the mail she was sorting. Relieved, Kat scurried back to her desk.

Sarah walked in and unwrapped her scarf. “Man, it’s cold out today. I can’t wait for Christmas vacation. I’m so glad Mom lives in Florida. It’s sixty degrees there today.”

“Lucky,” Fred said without looking up from his computer screen.

Paul walked in and stamped the snow from his boots. “Who’s lucky?”

“Sarah’s going to Florida next week,” Fred said.

“Take me with you. I think my nose hairs froze while I walked in.”

Kat laughed. “You poor baby. You guys are wimps. I grew up here. This is nothing.”

The front door opened and Damian entered. He didn’t look at Kat as he walked by her desk and back toward Lydia’s office. Kat sucked in a breath. This was it.

She heard the deep baritone of Damian’s voice. “I need to speak with you. In private.”

The door to Lydia’s office shut and Kat strained to hear something. Anything. But all she could hear was the pounding of her heart. Then the door opened, and Damian stepped out. His face was a mask of stone as he walked toward the front door. As he passed by her desk, his gaze connected with hers. He nodded, then continued on, without a word. The door swished closed behind him, and that was it. He was gone.

Kat was simultaneously relieved and angry that Damian hadn’t spoken to her. Part of her didn’t want to talk to him, didn’t want to share a conversation while her co-workers listened to every word. The other part of her wanted to run outside and slap him for treating her like she was just a secretary. Like they hadn’t spent the weekend together, getting to know one another. Sharing personal things.

Ugh. How could she have thought that maybe she’d fallen in love with him? He was a world-class jerk. The seconds ticked by, and her anger grew. Before she could control herself, she marched outside. “What are you doing?”

Damian turned, startled, stopping in the middle of putting on his gloves. He blinked at her. “I have to leave town.”

She sucked in a breath as the wind froze her skin. “I don’t care. What was that in there? You, walking by like you didn’t even know me?” She hadn’t meant for it to come out so lame. She sounded pathetic, even to her own ears.

Damian’s gaze softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring you into anything. I spoke with Lydia and said what I needed to. I’ll be back after my business deal.”

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