Page 27 of Money Reigns
“Not anymore.”
Her smile falters. “Wesley didn’t mention any—”
“Because I told him I’d handle it.”
She crosses her arms. Defensive.
Cute.
“I wasn’t told about any transfer. No one asked me if—”
“You don’t get asked,” I say, voice flat. “Wesley doesn’t mind. And you signed an internal mobility clause when you were hired. Any exec above your current manager can request a reallocation.”
She pales. Just a little. Her lips part, but no sound comes out.
I tilt my head slightly. “You didn’t read the fine print?”
“I-I thought that was fordepartmentalneeds—”
“It is.”
Her eyes narrow. “What department needsme?”
Me.
But I don’t say it.
Instead, I move back behind my desk, open a drawer, and pull out a slim folder.
Slide it toward her like we’re just talking metrics and quarterly goals.
Not ownership.
“Beaumont Realty has a new internal initiative,” I say. “Client interfacing. Lead segmentation. Investor relations, all things you’re capable of handling. I’ve seen the way you organize Wesley’s projects. The way you follow up without being told. The way you listen.”
I pause, then add, “One of the first projects involves a flagship property, the Parker Building. It’s under renovation, but permitting and zoning have stalled the timeline. I want a fresh set of eyes on it. You’ll be reviewing reports, investor notes, city filings. If something jumps out, bring it to me.”
Her brows knit. “Seen?”
Caught. Brilliant girl.
“Heard.From Wesley.”
She glances at the folder but doesn’t touch it.
I wait a beat. Then:
“I had the office down the hall from mine cleared out.”
Her eyes flick up. Cautious.
Round.
Brown.
Perfect.
“It’s yours now. New furniture. Updated tech. Fresh paint.”
