Page 76 of The Bad Girl
It’s perhaps the worst thing that could happen. A woman I’m negotiating with, one I’ve personally met within the last week, speaking out on the matter, not to come to my aid, but question my involvement.
I wave my hand dismissively. “Make it happen.”
“Stacey, run point on this. Make it snappy,” Mr. Anders orders. “Someone get on Nadine.”
“I’ll handle Nadine,” I say.
Mr. Anders’ eyes bulge. “You most certainly will not!”
“I believe I can—”
“Mr. Stryder, your company is facing a catastrophe. Your legacy is on the line. Stock prices are on the line. Jobs are on the line. Every fucking piece of your existence is on the line. I think you’d best let the professionals handle this matter. We’ll cut her a check, keep her hidden, and drill those talking points home.”
My jaw clenches as seething rage radiates through me. “Ms. Winters is a valuable employee,” I hiss. “I was going to move her to PR anyway. Everything will be fine.”
“Mr. Stryder,” Mr. Anders challenges, “As I said, I think you’d best let the professionals handle this.”
