Page 28 of Money Reigns
A flicker of suspicion crosses her face. “Why go through all this trouble? There are plenty of qualified assistants already here.”
“There are,” I admit. “But none of them are you.”
Her breath catches. Just slightly.
Good.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve built her a kingdom.
One polished surface at a time.
I know from those little talks with Brody that she likes the scent of eucalyptus in the mornings.
I’ve seen which pens she uses until they run dry.
I know she prefers natural light. That she gets headaches from overhead fluorescents.
I know everything.
Watched everything.
For a month.
“Let me show you your new office,” I tell her.
Welcome to your cage.
Your kingdom.
Your place.
Mine.
Chapter eight
Olivia
This is crazy.
This is batshit crazy.
Myownoffice? There’s no way I’m getting this lucky.
Then again, it’s Warren Beaumont. I’m notthatlucky. He’s been staring daggers at me since I started, and now Iworkfor him?
I follow him down the hall in silence. Every step feels unreal. My heart is pounding, loud enough I’m sure he can hear it, but he doesn’t look back. Just walks with that confident, predatory calm.
Yet somehow not as scary or intimidating as he usually is.
He stops at the office down the hall to his. Opens the door and steps aside so I can walk in first.
I hesitate before stepping in and can’t suppress the gasp that escapes my lips.
It’s…stunning.
Spacious. Modern. Glass windows that let in soft natural light. A sleek white desk with gold hardware, not a fingerprint on it. Built-in shelves lined with organizational trays and fresh notebooks, like someone knew exactly what I’d need before I even asked.
There’s even a small couch along the wall, pale cream, plush, and so pristine it feels like it belongs in a showroom. The kindof thing I wouldn’t dare sit on without permission. Like I’d leave a mark.
