Page 198 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“The only thing you can do,” he answered as though it was simple.
“What’s that?”
“Listen to your heart. It’s the only thing you can trust.”
Stewart stood, smoothed down his shirt. “I assume I’m still employed?”
“Of course you are.” I huffed. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”
He gave a curt nod and walked away.
I remained where I was, staring up at the ceiling, more confused than I’d ever been.
“Oh, and listen to me,” Stewart said from the hallway. “Take a shower. You smell … ripe.”
I smiled for the first time in days.
I was still smiling when my cell phone rang a few minutes later. I glanced down to see Emmett’s name on the screen, answered with a friendly, “Hello.”
“Hey, boss. I hate to bother you, but I think there’s something you might want to check on.”
The panic in his voice triggered my own. “What’s wrong?”
“According to the email I received, there’s a problem in Vegas. Something about code violations or something.”
“At the hotel?”
“No, at Delta June’s. It says if it’s not addressed immediately, it will impact the grand opening.”
Well, shit.
“Do you want me to email them back? Get more information?”
“No.” I got to my feet. “Can you get me a flight out there? I don’t want anything to screw up the silent auction. We’ve got too much riding on this grand opening.”
If nothing else, I fully intended to prove to Knox and Kieran, and everyone else that I was capable of taking care of myself and my company. I wasn’t about to let some bullshit violation stand in the way of my success.
“I can get you on a flight in two hours,” he said quickly, as prepared as I’d come to expect him to be.
“Thanks. Hold down the fort for me while I’m gone, Emmett.”
“Anything for you, boss. Just let me know if you need anything.”
When the call disconnected, I didn’t waste time. My issues with Knox and Kieran would just have to wait.
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Kieran
“Sir, Marco’s on the line. Says it’surgent.”
“Send it through.” The intercom disconnected, and a second later, the phone rang. “What’s the problem, Marco?”
I listened for a solid minute while the resort manager rambled incessantly about code violations. With every word, his voice rose an octave until he was practically yelling.
“Did you talk to Knox?”
“Negative,” he hissed. “I can’t get a hold of him. I’ve tried everything. I’m at a loss here. What should I do?”
