Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
My favorite thing the guy uncovered was her reading habits. She hardly ever picks up a book that’s not either dark romance or kink-related, and I can’t be anything but thrilled.
It’s perfect for my plans for her.
The things I want to do to her have always been depraved, but after last night, my obsession no longer has its teeth around my throat.
No, now they’re wrapped right around my heart, demanding more and more and more. The taste I got from her over a year ago at the Halloween party wasn’t enough, and last night was little more than a tease. Scrolling through our texts again is pure torture, knowing she’s only a few floors below me right now, separated by a quick elevator ride rather than the winding streets of New York.
Maybe I could convince her to go to the bathroom and take a few pictures for me, just something to tide me over.
Before I can decide if that’s a good idea or if it’ll only serve to get me achingly hard in my slacks, a quick knock sounds at my door. I lock my phone and place it face down on my desk, pulling a random file over before calling out.
“Come in.”
My assistant hustles in, a stack of folders in her hands as she balances her work phone between her shoulder and her ear.
“Yes, of course, ma’am. Could you give me one moment, please? I just need to give the files to Mr. D’Amico so he can look them over.” She hands the files over, then cups her hand over the receiver. “For your meeting with the production team on the Allied project at two. Riley is finalizing the last of the numbers now. Mrs. Fourneaux will be joining as well.”
I flick through the folders briefly before nodding at Julia, and she ducks out without waiting for anything further, already back to soothing Mrs. Fourneaux’s worries.
Neurotic, that one, but she’s managed to put together one hell of a portfolio. Investing in her was a good choice.
I glance at my phone, tempted to go back to my fantasies, but I didn’t make D’Amico Global a household name by slacking off. I’ll have plenty of time to tempt Riley into indulging me later. With the thought of having her all to myself once she’s off tonight to motivate me, I bury myself in work.
The data before me is nothing new—I keep my finger on the pulse of what goes on around here. This, though? This level of detail is almost unprecedented. The comparisons listed in the reports I flip through are researched back almost five years, and projections are given for multiple trajectories, each with their own timelines and their own likelihoods. If I were working Riley’s job, I never would’ve even considered doing half of this.
She’s like a one-woman analysis, marketing, and development team.
If I wouldn’t feel guilty for overworking her, I’d insist she have a hand in every single high-profile project we touch. Her competency is only serving to make me want her more.
As I scan through them, my eyes catch on a specific phrase, one that instantly sticks out to me.
In the instance of depreciation occurring at the expected rate, capital gain at the time of reallocation is likely to range…
It’s something I expect all my analysts to look into. We sell assets on behalf of our clients all the time, and it’s important to keep trends in mind along with physical wear and tear. While it’s not an unexpected addition, everyone phrases their findings a little differently.
People write reports the same way they talk—repetitively.
The only issue is this isn’t a phrase I’ve seen in Riley’s reports before. In fact, I’ve rarely ever read any of Riley’s analysis reports, at least not until I put her in charge of the current projects she’s working on. But this phrase isn’t new to me.
I’m fairly certain it’s one I’ve seen used in Sloane’s reports.
Her quarterly analysis, specifically.
I turn to my computer, pulling up the last quarterly report she sent in. The phrase I’m looking for is easy to find, sticking out like a sore thumb. It takes me less than five minutes to find six instances of that phrasing in her reports.
It only started showing up about a year and a half ago.
If Riley were anyone else, I’d assume she was having her superior help her with her work. But she’s not.
I’ve seen the way her face crumples when Sloan talks to her through the cameras, and it’s no secret that Sloane’s desperate for my attention. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if she’s been having Riley do her work for her, hoping to catch my attention with her skill since she was failing at getting me to look twice by shoving her tits in my face.
Not to mention that this would explain all the overtime Riley’s been working. She got the longest Fourneaux files to me within a day, and she’s already working on the last one. It’s obvious she’s not a slow worker.