Page 240 of Damaged Mogul
I wipe away the fog from the mirror and assess the damage.
I look like shit.
I feel like shit.
This jetlag is still kicking my ass.
Two days in Stockholm and I still haven’t found my footing.
It doesn’t help that my days are so crammed, I can’t catch my breath.
Delaying the trip caused a cluster fuck in my schedule. These back to back meetings are going to be the end of me.
Stop whining. That’s what being a CEO is all about, Hollingsworth. Man up and get the job done.
I rub my hands over my face. It doesn’t do much to revive me or get me moving, but the prospect of caffeine and an outstanding breakfast does.
With a towel wrapped around my waist, I step into the bedroom. As I pass the desk, I freeze.
Lily hasn’t returned the last few texts I sent her.
I snatch my phone off the desk and compose another message. I’m still holding onto my phone when it rings.
My face contorts in a grimace.
It’s not who I was hoping to hear from.
I’m about to let it go to voicemail, but decide against it.
Fisher could explain Lily’s silence.
I accept the call. “Hey?—”
“I should’ve never asked you to look after my daughter.” He barks his greeting into the phone.
I flinch at his words. “Good morning to you too.”
“I don’t have time for jokes.”
“It’s seven o’clock in the morning here in Stockholm. If you’re going to call me to chew my head off for some unknown reason, have the courtesy to do itafter I’ve had my coffee.”
“Cut the crap, Hollingsworth.”
“I’m this close from hanging up on you.”
“It’s your fault Lily is missing.”
I’m suffused with panic.
“Lily is missing?”
“Yes.”
My stomach plummets to my toes. “Since when?”
“Since she walked out on me at lunch a few days ago after I showed her you’re a piece of shit?—”
“What the fuck is your problem, Fisher? Why are you insulting me?”
