Page 13 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
“No. Just…she works almost exclusively in the executive environment.”
“Seriously, why are you here?”
The repeated question surprises him, and he fidgets with his expensive watch.
“I—” He stops and tilts his head. “I seriously can’t tell if you’re joking with me or not. Are you not aware of the video?”
“Video? What are you talking about?”
“The viral video of our exchange.”
“There’s a video of that fucking meeting?”
He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Putting on what I assume is a look of pity, he asks, “Do you not own a phone or some reliable means of accessing the internet?”
Fuck this asshole.I stalk toward him, and he puts his hands up.
“I’m not casting aspersions. I just…this has been my entire day. All of Manhattan is abuzz with the video. I’m…how do you not know?”
Using both hands, I gesture in a broad circle around us. “It may help you to know that we are in Brooklyn, first of all.”
“I am aware of where we are. I had to take a helicopter to get here.”
The fuck is this guy on about?
“You took a helicopter?”
He sniffs, looking affronted. “Traffic was awful. The owner of the building next door is a friend, and he has a helipad.”
Fucking wasteful rich-ass motherfucker.
Growling, I walk over to the lockers and grab my phone. “Been here since five-thirty. They have a no-phone policy for the forklift drivers.”
I pull out my phone, wiggling it in his face. Fucking do-you-not-have-reliable-access-to-the-internet bullshit.
“Page Six should do the trick.”
My fingers fly across the smooth glass and, sure enough, there I am, right in the middle of everything. I let out a low chuckle.
It seems that Wolfe Athletics is having a very bad day.
Well, fuck you very much, Mr. Wolfe.
As I read the article, texts from my friends come pouring in.
Cammy: Shit, dude. Go you!
Timothy: J, you started a revolution.
SamIAm: I have an opening, but it’s entry-level. Let me know.
Cairo: Baby, let me know if you need a good time, okay?
Glenlivet, neat: Dare I ask—were you in a rugby match prior to this video?
Glenlivet, neat: That shirt was freshly laundered and pressed when I lent it to you yesterday.
Glenlivet, neat: I’m here another night if you’d like anything else from my wardrobe.
