Page 54 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Come in,” he said from the other side of the door.
I took a deep breath and stood up a little straighter.I’ve got this.
I walked in and immediately started to sweat. It shouldn’t have been possible to get this sweaty so quickly. But the bag was practically slipping out of my wet fingers.
Mr. Frost was sitting in his office chair with his hands folded on top of his desk. He looked very much like a man that was about to fire someone. He cleared his throat. “I thought I said 4:45.”
Well, the sausages would have been rancid by then. “But you also said I had until then to make it up to you. I’m here to do that.” I walked over to his desk. “I got your favorite.”
He didn’t reply. But he squinted at me.
I lifted the bag and it slipped through my sweaty fingers and ungracefully plopped down onto his desk. “All the sausages. A huge variety. Every shape and size.” Why am I talking so much about them? I didn’t even know if that was true. I pushed the bag in front of him.Now shove them into your mouth so you can’t scream!
But he didn’t shove them into his mouth. He just kept staring at me.
“They’re fresh,” I added.
“I would be highly concerned if you gave me spoiled sausages.”
“So we’re on the same page then.”
He squinted at me even more.
What does the squinting mean?!“I also have a proposition.”Gah! Don’t say proposition!Now he probably thought I was propositioning him. “About today’s photoshoots,” I quickly added.
He just kept squinting.
Mr. Frost was almost exclusively angry looking. But he looked extra angry now. The look suited him. I’dalmostdefine him as handsome. It was actually a little tempting to recruit him to join the Society. He’d ruin some poor unsuspecting girl.
What the heck am I thinking right now?No one in their right mind would fall in love with this monster. The Society wasn’t about cheap bangs. It was all about true love. And Mr. Frost was not capable of loving anything but his binders. God, those dumb binders. It was a little tempting to grab a thick sausage and jab his non-black eye with it.
I realized I’d been standing there just staring at him for a solid two minutes. I cleared my throat. “Chastity and I would like to volunteer for diva duty.”
No reply.
“Diva duty is when...”
“I know what diva duty is.” He pulled the bag of sausages toward him.
Shove them in your mouth!
Instead he peeked inside the bag and then looked back up at me.
“Well...um...no one likes to do it,” I said. “But we’re willing to. Last minute notice too. So...yeah. I hope that and the sausages will suffice.”
“Very well.”
Very well?Did that mean we were all good? I waited for him to elaborate. Or fire me. Or...say something else at all.
Instead he opened up the takeout container and shoved a sausage into his greedy mouth.
Finally!
And the sausage king was right. The sausage was so big that Mr. Frost couldn’t say a damn word.
He slowly chewed and gave me a thumbs up. And then he dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
I wasn’t fired! I was just rudely dismissed like always. “Great! Enjoy! Guten tag!” I ran out of the room.
