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“Yet you made no argument regarding the inference.” She flashes a blindingly white tooth-filled grin. “Monica Simmons. Global Laundry.”
The magazine that first published my fucking face.
That changed my entire goddamn life without my permission.
Why am I not surprised they’d send someone here to what was supposed to be local press only to continue their campaign against me?
“Do you have an actual question, Ms. Simmons?” J.T. calmly redirects. “About the merger?”
“Mr. Wilcox, you are implying that this merger is more of an expanding family than the overthrowing of an indefensible organization, correct?”
“Correct.”
“Then what does it say about your family dynamics if your own fiancée can’t be bothered to show up in support of the expansion?”
My mouth lowers to reply despite Evie’s headshakes appearing in the corner of my vision.
“What does it say about the nature of your relationship if she’s willing to put her needs above yours?”
A single twitch is barely made.
“What does it say about your company when the woman marrying into it, the woman who will inevitably then have shares in it, can’t even be bothered to take the day off of work to make a minor appearance at such a major event for your family’s legacy?”
Air traps the rebuttal in my throat.
“Is this because – unlike Mr. Morgan – she doesn’t believe in this merger’s success?” The devilish smirk I’m shot stops my ability to breathe. “In yours?” Her face cranes villainously forward at the same time she coos, “In. You?”
Chapter 3
Brynley
“He shouldn’t be such a giant pussy,” I snip at the same time I dump the bucket of food into Steven’s secluded area where he’s currently being held. “I did his job, remember?” Shaking the stuck contents out is followed by flashing Calen Connelly, my closest colleague and one of my best friends, a smug smirk. “And you never saw me file an official aggression complaint when that monk seal went all Deep Space Mine because she thought I was standing too close to her pup.”
“True.” A small chuckle is attached to a halfhearted shoulder shrug. “However, let me remind you – once again – that not everyone loves your boy Steven as much as you do.”
“I understand not everyone is as incredible as me.” Post my favorite water gossiping pal presenting me a fin wave of agreement, I turn to face Calen. “You know what they say. With great power comes great tits.”
Another round of chortles is expelled. “That is not how that quote goes.”
“Pretty sure it is.”
“It isn’t.”
“Uh…which one of us is engaged to a comic book aficionado?”
“Which one of us knows that that quote you just butchered was Voltaire basically immortalized by Spiderman, not Batman?”
“Which one of us should watch more Star Trek and less webslinger?”
Loud laughter echoes around the room prompting me to beam brightly.
What can I say?
I’m gifted with words.
Backing up to add the dirty bucket to the collection that needs cleaning is accompanied by me beginning again, “The point I was trying to make-”
“Oh, there was one?”
