Page 121 of Inspiring Izzy

"But you'll sleep with your assistant?" she retorts.

Brady bites his lip as he looks over at me. "She's not just my assistant. She's the girl from the bar. She's the reason I bought the Glorious Pig."

"Izzy is?" Angie looks surprised.

"Yes," Brady answers.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Angie asks him.

Brady looks at the other board members watching him curiously. "Because it was none of your business."

"I think we need to implement a no dating policy in this company," Angie addresses the board. "And these two,"—she motions to Brady and me—"need to end their relationship."

"That's not going to happen," Brady argues.

"Why not?" Angie challenges him.

"Because we're engaged," he reveals.

"No, you're not," Angie says in disbelief.

Brady grabs my left hand and holds it up. Something like devastation crosses Angie's face.

"We got engaged in Denver," Brady tells the board. "We're planning a March wedding."

Angie slumps in her chair as she closes her eyes. "You have to choose."

"What?" Brady says to her.

Angie sits up straighter. "You have to choose. It's either me or it's her. It's me and this business or it's her. I can't work with you if you're marrying your goddamn assistant."

Brady stares at her with a look of rage on his face. "No."

"Choose," Angie stands. "You don't get us both. You get one or the other."

I shrink in my seat as I wrap my arms around my midsection. She's in love with him. Of course, she's in love with him. She thought there was a no dating policy so she married Andre. I don't think she thought Brady would ever get married.

"I'm not choosing you, Angie."

"You're willing to walk away from 15 years of friendship and 9 years as business partners for some girl you kissed in a bar a decade ago?" Angie rests her palms on the table in front of her. "I'm not bluffing, Brady. Not this time. You either break off the engagement, or you can kiss our partnership goodbye."

A part of me wonders if he will choose her. What doesnot this timemean? I'm confused andreallyuncomfortable.

Brady looks over at me before he looks back at her. "We're already married, so if you think I'm going to choose you over my wife, you're gravely mistaken."

"You're married?" Angie repeats.

"Would you like to see the marriage certificate?"

"I would," Angie glares at him.

Brady pulls a folded paper out of his breast pocket and tosses it at her. "There's a copy of it. HR has the real thing."

Angie's face turns bright red. "She signed a prenup, right?"

A prenup? I didn't even think of that.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she crumples the copy of our marriage license in her hand. "What happens when you get tired of her? What then? We lose 1/3 of our company?"

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