Page 60 of My Silver Fox Billionaire

I leaned out of the doorway, looking down the hall, wondering when he had made that happen. “Interesting.”

“Yeah, I got feedback that our current florist wasn't very talented.”

“You don’t say.”

“I do. Now back to work, Easton.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

“Oh, and by the way, you’ll be compensated for your additional responsibilities.”

“I’m getting a raise?”

He nodded and went right back to work.

I tried to squash down the guilt that bubbled up. I wondered if I had just done something terrible, partially out of need, partially out of spite, and here he was making a gesture.

After being at each other’s throats, maybe he felt sorry for me after the whole Jack thing yesterday. I wasn’t really sure why he did it, but I couldn’t deny, I was delighted at the prospect of being responsible for the company florals. It was something. A lifeline, perhaps.

Feeling like I had to make up for my selfish decision earlier, I decided I was going to knock this assignment out of the park. I quickly got to work planning out all the components of the event. I was going to make this the best damn event ever. We were going to schmooze the hell out of those uppity investors, especially Mr. Nagamori. I would make sure he had to stay with us.

I cringed for a moment, realizing I would be sealing my own fate. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t really Damian’s fault at all. Sure, he had been the catalyst for it all happening so fast, but I knew the truth.

I was struggling to make it in my floral business, and it probably wouldn’t have been much longer before I would have had to pack up and get a real job, anyway. Even knowing that, it sucked. It had been far easier to blame everything on Damian. I decided maybe this made us even now. Maybe.

After spending the rest of the afternoon planning out the event, I shot off my plans and proposed budget to Damian, who quickly responded.

“Proceed.”

I smiled to myself. This was good. I could get used to things going more smoothly like this. I pushed off my desk and rolled my chair back, making my way down the hall. I poked my head into the conference room, and sure enough, there was a workbench with all the supplies I’d need to get going. I found the stairwell to the roof right next to the conference room door and made my way up, evaluating if it would be a suitable spot to host the event.

As I looked around, it seemed perfect. It had a beautiful view of the city; it was clean, and it made the most sense to do it up here as far as wow factor and ease of setup.

I waltzed into Damian’s office and waited while he wrapped up a call.

“Yes?”

“So I was thinking we should have the event on the roof. I think it would be perfect. You can’t beat the view either.”

“The roof.” Damian repeated slowly.

“Mhmm.” I nodded.

“Is there any other place we can have it?”

“I mean we could have it downstairs, but it wouldn’t have the same vibe, or I could rent a venue, but that doesn’t really make sense when we have such a nice space here. And that would, of course, increase the budget.”

He sighed. “That's fine.”

“I can rent a venue if you want?”

“I said that's fine, Addison.”

“Ok great.” I smiled, wondering what the heck that was all about.

Whatever.

I was going to have that roof looking like a million bucks in no time.

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