Page 33 of Wrong Room, Right Billionaire

“Just a girl,” I state, refusing to look at him. And the words don’t feel right coming out of my mouth. But that’s all I am going to give him.

“Really?” he presses, and I sigh, shoving up from my desk to face the window. “I have to admit, Morgan. Even though her face is hidden and a bit blurry in that photo…she looks familiar.”

Fuck.

“You think you know her?” I ask.

“No. Not know her per se,” he answers. “But I have a feeling I just met her…”

When I don’t say anything, Donovan knows that it’s true. It’s not like I’m going to lie to him. It wouldn’t work even if I tried. That’s how well he knows me.

“I bet that made for an interesting interview,” he says, with just the hint of a lilt in his voice.

“The elephant in the room never came up,” I say with a sniff, and Donovan’s eyebrows raise.

“Neither of you said anything? That’s impressive.”

“No, it’s professional,” I correct him. “The interview was about the job and nothing else. I pretended not to recognize her, and she played along.”

“Was she playing, or did she really not recognize you?” he presses.

I scoff. “There is no way she didn’t know who I am. Honestly, I find it hard to believe that she didn’t know who I was as soon as I walked into the executive suite. She was probably playing back then too.”

“Well, rendezvous reunion aside, how did the interview go? She’s a good match, isn’t she?” Donovan asks with a tone that implies he’s looking for belly rubs for his job well done.

“She’s perfect,” I admit.

“So you hired her then? The sooner we can start cleaning up our last mess, the sooner we can focus on the new one. And speaking of that, I do still have another point to make.”

“She didn’t accept the job,” I say, still pacing myself through this entire conversation.

“She didn’t…what?”

I take in a deep breath. “She said she would be in touch.”

“Ballsy…” He shakes his head. “I knew that girl was fiery when I met her. I also told her not to talk so much. I am starting to think she doesn’t like to listen.”

“She’ll learn,” I say. “And she’ll accept the job too. She’s too desperate not to.”

“I hope you’re right,” he sighs.

“So what is the second thing that had you breaking my door down a couple minutes ago?” I ask. “Might as well tackle that too while I’m in such a good mood.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. You got mail,” he says, handing me a manila envelope. It’s addressed to me, from the Sapphire Keys. If I had to guess, some kind of bargaining gift to keep me from firing their entire staff after that review. I wasn’t going to do that, obviously. Though I do like the idea of keeping them on their toes.

I shove it into my messenger bag, back-burnering it while I deal with the bigger issues at hand.

But before I can say anything about anything, Conrad walks in.

What kind of fucking déjà vu is this?!

“Let me guess,” I shout, already pissed. “You’re here to ruin my day?”

“I should be saying the same thing to you,” he spouts off. Then he scrolls on his phone and sets it down in front of me. “Who the hell is that?”

The article. Scarlett. Of course he’s seen it.

“She’s nobody,” I tell him.