The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1) - Page 93

“Emily, this is my father, George.” He gestures to the older man.

“Hello,” I whisper nervously.

“Hello, dear.” He smiles warmly; he’s in his sixties and looks like an older version of Jameson and Elliot. Gorgeous and distinguished with those piercing blue eyes.

“This is Martin and Gerrard, Max and Barry,” Jameson says as he points around the table. “And on the end are Calvin and Jake.”

“Hello.” I force a smile. I’ll never remember all these names.

“This is the corporate investigation team,” Jameson continues. “Jake will be the eyes on the floor, and the other five men will be assessing the data that’s collected.”

I watch him as he talks, devoid of emotion, and my heart cracks a little. He’s completely unrattled by me . . . by us.

There is no us.

“Okay.” I smile as I look around at the team. “Nice to meet you all.”

“We are going to hit the ground running this morning,” he continues. ?

?Emily, you are going to show Jake around, and then you will be reporting directly to Tristan in regards to the stories you are putting forward.”

My heart drops, and I nod. My eyes go to Tristan, and he smiles warmly.

He knows why I’ve been designated to him. I feel like throwing myself on the floor and having a crying tantrum. “Thank you. That’s great,” I lie.

For the next fifteen minutes, I sit in my chair and stare at the CEO as he runs through the day’s events with a controlled detachment. He’s assertive, hard, and fiercely intelligent, and the room hangs on to his every word.

And he fucks his masseuse on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I don’t know how I got myself into this messed-up situation, but it has to end.

Well . . . it’s already ended, so I don’t need to bother anyway.

“Thank you; that wraps it up. I would like a report on my desk at four thirty every afternoon,” he tells the men from the investigation company.

“Yes, sir,” they reply as everyone stands. I wait at the back, unsure whether to leave or not.

“Emily, just a minute, please,” Jameson asks.

My heart flips. “Yes.”

“Can you take Jake down to your floor under the guise that he’s new and that you two are going through a training program together?”

My eyes search his.

He stares at me blankly, cold as ice.

“Sure.” I turn to Jake and smile. “Are you ready now?”

“Show me the way,” Jake says playfully. “After you.”

I turn and walk out of the office with my heart dripping into my high-heeled pumps. Well, that’s the end of that.

He’s done. I wish I were. I’ll get there—I always do.

I sit in the café at the bench seat by the window and stare at the limo waiting outside Miles Media from across the street. It’s been a long week, and today was especially flat.

It’s Thursday, massage day.

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