Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 32776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Shaking away the thoughts, I looked at my watch.
Where the hell is Miss Sterling?
“I don’t recall mentioning ‘commercial real estate experience’ when I ran Miss Sterling’s background check for you.” Anthony looked over at me. “Did I?”
“You didn’t.”
“She’s only sold residential condo units here and there,” he said. “And only a few luxury and mid-tier ones at that.”
“I’m aware.”
“So, of the hundred-plus people you already have on payroll, you decide to ask someone you damn near had arrested to stalk a meeting?”
“Yes.” I looked at him. “Exactly.”
“Okay.” He rolled his eyes. “Let me know when you’re in your right mind so we can discuss another path that may work for The Holden.”
“You can tell me now.”
“I brought in a redevelopment team,” he said. “They’re working on a big mockup that you can present to the city and mayor, and there’s no way they’ll say no once they gaze at it. Trust me.”
“When did you schedule the meeting?”
“Two weeks from now.”
“That’s not going to work,” I said. “Move it to Friday.”
“That’s in five days, Dante.”
“You’re right.” I nodded. “Make it Wednesday.”
“But—” He let out a sigh. “Okay, Wednesday.”
“Thank you.”
I was about to call Miss Sterling and fire her on her first day, but I suddenly saw a flash of green sprinting down the sidewalk, and every irritated thought in my head disappeared.
Clutching her bag, she stopped in front of an empty storefront window and looked at her reflection.
My cock stiffened in my pants as she smoothed her hands down her thighs, licked her lips, and arched her back like she had no idea what seeing her through that window was doing to me.
She twirled around to check her appearance, unknowingly giving me a slow, devastating view of every curve beneath that dress—making it painfully clear she was the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
When she was finished, she walked past a few more stores and slipped into Sweet Seasons.
I watched as she moved over to the delusional people and their banner. She smiled and took a picture in front of it, following their lead with her middle fingers up.
I clenched my jaw as she sat down at their table.
“I can see exactly why you hired her…” Anthony muttered.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“Whatever you want it to mean.” He shrugged. “How long are you planning to sit here and watch this meeting from afar?”
“Until it’s over.”
“That’ll be for at least four hours.”
“Then we’ll sit here for four hours.”
“Speak for yourself.” He unbuckled his seatbelt. “Call me when you’re heading back to the office.”
“You could sit here and share everything you know about the upcoming mockup, Anthony.”
“I could do that.” He stepped out of my car. “But I won’t. Goodbye, and happy stalking your newest obsession.”
“I’m not obsessed with Miss Sterling at all.”
“I was talking about The Holden.” He smirked. “But thank you for making the truth clear.”
I didn’t bother responding.
I waited for him to slam the door shut and watched Miss Sterling through the windows like I didn’t have a million better things to do…
THE AGENT
CHLOE
“Alright, here you are, lovely!” A brunette in a ‘F*ck Dante Hudson Forever’ T-shirt handed me a binder. “Here’s everything you need to know to fight this man with your every breath.”
“Thank you.” I smiled as she moved to the end of the table.
Flipping it to the first page, I blinked a few times to make sure that my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.
Top Ways to Fight Hudson International DAILY
1. Whenever you see a Dante Hudson building, check for police and security. Then walk down its connected alleyway and piss on it. Piss on it A LOT.
(This attracts rodents. Makes him pay more money to remove them.)
2. Write a 1-star review for one of his mid-tier or lower-tier apartment properties.
(They deserve it anyway since he only cares about the luxury ones.)
3. If you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, scream Dante’s name during sex so they can hate him, too.
I shut the binder before I could read the rest of the list.
“As you all know, Mister Greedy Fuckface has set his sights on The Holden,” the brunette spoke loudly, “and we will not let him turn another one of our beloved buildings into a dwelling for the elites!”
“Fuck him and his money!” “We won’t let him buy it!” “He has enough!” Other people chimed in.
“Some leaders at the Housing Authority and I have a well-thought-out plan to block him for all eternity,” she said. “Please flip to page seventy-five and read along with me.”
I obliged, and with every word she read, I found myself agreeing with them. I almost felt guilty for accepting payment upfront from him.
Almost.
I leaned back in my chair as they continued talking shit about him and truly hoped he wasn’t expecting me to take his side in this war at all.