Page 60 of My Off Limits Billionaire Boss

Monday Morning

“Brook calm down, please, stop crying, just tell me what happened?” Sylvia puts her arms around my shoulders, and I rock back and forth like a seven-year-old girl, angry; tearful.

I am not at work. I should be at work. I am in my apartment crying my eyes out. In just two hours, my whole world has turned upside down.

Edith and Sylvia have both taken off from work. They didn’t have to. But when Sylvia saw me in this shape, she called Edith who came to our apartment within twenty minutes. Edith squeezes my hand and I recount the details of this horrible Monday morning.

“What the fuck just happened! I cannot believe this. No, no, no!! How can this be over!”

Edith is very direct. “Brooke tells us what the hell is going on.”

I cry out the events.

“All I did was go to the Foster Design Company to demand my design work back, and the bastards told me to come back next week. I don’t have time for their bullshit, and I am getting late for work at Elysian, so I come out … and there is Ethan standing with some stupid file in his hand. And he’s like I came to give you this blah blah and you betrayed me blah blah. And I was like okay you think I am here to betray you and you don’t even want to hear me out... fuck this! And then called out my name, but I did not turn around and he didn’t even bother to stop me. He could have stopped me, you know, after all that we have been through.”

“Okay,” says Sylvia, looking at Edith, “All that made no bloody sense. We need to know everything Brooke. We know you have been keeping secrets, you think you are this clever bitch, but you are not.”

Tough love but I need it.

Edith rubs my back and shoulders. “Okay darling, take a deep breath and tell us everything. Because we have known you a hell lot longer than Mr. Ethan Knight.”

Their honesty breaks me down and I start crying again, they both hug me until I return to a state where I can speak coherently again.

“Spill it.” Edith runs into the kitchen and gets me a glass of water.

“Edith, do you really think this is a glass of water situation?” Says Sylvia like a doctor. “Pull out the big guns girl.”

“I’ll get the strawberry ice cream from the freezer.”

And then scoop by scoop I tell them everything. Almost day by day, starting with our meeting in Hawaii, the grumpy boss he turned out to be, the rudeness, the surprising plane ride next to him, the first cool night in Lisbon where he confused me.

Edith is especially angry due to her love for pictures. “Wow what a mean bastard to say he’ll throw away the selfie with you.”

“I know, right!” I say venting my anger at him. Edith just nods, knowing her, she is just trying to be rationale.

By the third scoop of strawberry, I recall the stupid sprained ankle when he saved me, carried me down the mountain, caring for me and making sure I healed by applying some magic oil on my foot.

“Aww I love him!!” Sylvia has completely switched.

Edith corrects her. “Shut up Sylvia, we still hate him!”

I go over the crazy sinister Foster meeting on the yacht called Domination. Their eyes almost pop out at my description of that meeting.

Sylvia can’t help it. “Was this Foster guy sexy too?”

“I mean he had a shiny bald head, and a slim tall frame. He was actually not a bad host. The scallops were delicious.”

“Oh wow…” Sylvia is enjoying this!

Edith brings her back in line. “Shut up Sylvia, we definitely hate Foster.”

“I just love how they both own yachts and call each other Mr. Foster and Mr. Knight. But I hate them both so much.” She then goes into listening mode resting her chin on Edith’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Sylvia, we hate them both,” I say getting my fourth scoop. But Edith slaps my hand. Shaking her head. “You are done with that girl but go on.”

I talk about the insane and illegal ways in which they attack each other, how those stupid families have been at war for hundreds of years since the signing of Magna Carta

Edith makes a comment which makes me laugh again. “They sound like vampires. You got involved with vampires in Portugal.”

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