Page 9 of Baby For The Bad Boy Billionaire

"Thank you, Bailey. Logan is... a handful. But I trust you'll be able handle him."

His faith in me, despite my own doubts, makes me feel like I'm not going crazy. "I'll make sure he learns the ropes, sir. You can count on me."

"Very well. You may go, Bailey."

I rise from the chair, my heart pounding in my chest. "Thank you, sir."

I exit the room, the door closing behind me.

Bailey Thompson training Logan 'The Playboy' Atwood.

The thought sends a wave of dread through me. I could already picture the kind of ‘training’ he needs: how to send professional emails, or how not to turn the office into a party. I shake my head, trying to rid my mind of the image.

This is going to be a nightmare...

The thought creeps in again, inserting itself into my already overworked brain.

What if Logan is also being considered for the same promotion?

The idea sends a shock of panic through me. The room seems to spin and I have to grip the edge of my desk.

There's no way. He couldn’t be.

Logan, the company's CEO? The thought is as ludicrous as it is terrifying.

The company couldn't survive under his leadership.

Would we all just get paid to party and haveloadsssof fun? His specialty.

Anxiety gnaws at the edge of my mind.

But it... it's possible... What if he's really in the running for the position too?

I shake my head, trying to dismiss the thought. Logan didn’t even know the first thing about running a company.

The idea gets more ridiculous the more I think about it.

But despite my efforts, the image of Logan sitting in the CEO's chair, his feet up on the desk, a smirk playing on his lips, refuses to leave my head.

I can NOT let that happen, I won't.

I step out into the crisp air of downtown Chicago, as I make my way to 'The Crown', a swanky lounge bar. As I walk in, the blend of jazz music and city gossip wraps around me like a comforting blanket. This is one of my favorite spots in the city.

There, sitting at our usual spot by the window, is my bestie and roommate, Rachel. Her red curls and green eyes light up the moment she spots me, and she waves me over.

"Bailey!" she exclaims, a glass of her favorite rosé already in hand. "You look like you've seen a ghost, girl. What happened?"

Little does she know how close to the truth she is.

I slide into the booth across from Rachel, the leather squeaking beneath me. "You'll never believe what happened today."

"Girl, spill it," she commands, tapping her manicured nails on the table.

I take a deep breath. "You know that promotion I've been talking about?"

Rachel nods.

"Well, I'm in the running for a different position... CEO, Rachel. CEO."

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