Page 63 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

Now, I was back on the site, on a Tuesday, trying to do my job.

“Can somebody tell me why these samples are still sitting here?” I asked while walking through the west side units that morning.

A few workers looked around before one of them finally answered.

“V said wait before installing.”

I frowned immediately. “Wait for what?”

Nobody answered.

That already irritated me.

I looked toward Denise, his property manager assistant, who stood nearby scrolling through her tablet.

“Did he tell you why?”

“He wanted final approval first,” she answered carefully.

I looked around the room again.

The samples had been sitting untouched for almost two days.

Two days wasted.

I rubbed my forehead slowly before speaking again. “Okay, no. We’re behind enough already. Start installing.”

The workers hesitated.

I already knew why.

Nobody wanted to get caught between Vaughn and me anymore.

“I said start,” I repeated calmly.

That finally got them moving.

A few minutes later, Laila walked in holding coffee. “Good morning to you, too, boss.”

I grabbed the coffee from her hand immediately. “Thank you.”

I took a sip of coffee while watching the workers finally start moving around again.

About thirty minutes later, I heard his voice behind me.

“Why are they installing already?”

I turned around.

Vaughn stood there in all black as usual, hands in his hoodie pockets, expensive shades covering his eyes even though we were inside. A couple of workers immediately looked away.

I pointed toward the samples. “Because they’ve been sitting here too long.”

“I told them to wait.”

“And I overruled it.”

Laila quietly walked away.