Page 23 of Money Reigns
Mr. Fucking Beaumont.
I taste the name like ash in my mouth.
She’ll scream Mr. Beaumont until she remembers it’s War;and before I declare it on shit for brains Broderick, I pick up the phone and dial direct to Wesley’s office.
“What War,” Wesley answers clipped.
“That any way to greet your brother?”
“When you call my direct line and bypass my secretary, yes.”
“I want her.”
“My secretary?” he asks confused.
“No, Olivia Baker.”
“I told you, if you fuck her, just don’t fuck it up. I need her to stay, she’s doing excellent, she’s worth—”
“No, I want her to work forme.”
Silence.
“No, War, what the hell do youreallyneedher for?”
“I need a personal assistant or whatever.”
“No you don’t, you literally have a floor full of men because ifyouhire women you fuck them all and they leave!”
“Fine, I’ll just call over to NovaRael and hire Evie Mitchell. Steal her right from under Amato”
“…How the hell do you know about her?”
“Your little secret crush? Easy. Also know you’ve been working with that bastard. I knoweverything.”
“He owes me now, it was an investment.”
“Clock’s ticking little brother, give me Olivia or I make your girlfriend my new conquest.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Even better, won’t get your sloppy seconds.”
“Fuck you War. Take her. I’ll tell her about the transfer end of day.”
“No.”
I cut him off. Sharp. Final.
“I’ll tell her. Tomorrow morning.”
Another pause.
Then, quieter. “She’s a nice girl, she’s not like the others, War.”
I end the call.
Mynice girl now.
