Page 72 of Billionaire's Fantasy
So instead, I try to keep the frustration out of my voice when I reply, “That’s okay, Finn. Anything you can’t deal with, send it to my assistant and I will take a look at it in the evening.”
Because what else can I say?
I am exhausted and overworked. I am basically running on fumes lately. But Finn is sad and grieving and angry most of the time.
Finn was the most hardworking man I knew. He was in the office early, and he left it pretty late. The only time he wasn’t working his ass off for our company, he was spending time with Penelope. Then one day, Penelope was taken away from him and the Finn I knew was taken away from me.
“Thanks, Max.”
“No problem at all.”
“Are we still up for tomorrow?”
Finn is quiet for a beat. I am about to remind him of the scheduled meeting when a beat-up Mini Cooper stops right in front of me. It is a lot more beat-up than I had expected, but a lot more convenient, right? I am already running late for my next meeting anyway.
Gray, and by the looks of it, a female driver.
This must be it.
“My ride’s here Finn. Give me a minute to get in…” Then I open the car door and plop right in.
“So, as I was saying…” I resume my phone conversation, but my words are immediately cut off by the loud shrieking of my Uber driver.
What in the actual fuck?
“What is happening? Who is yelling?” Finn asks.
“Let me call you back in a minute.” Then I hang up and face the screaming woman.
“What the hell?”
She has whipped around and is screaming.
This close to her, I am hypnotised by her big brown eyes, and if she was not my Uber driver, or even screaming at me, she is kind of the woman I would strike up a conversation with.
Not to cheat on Mia or anything, but this woman is beautiful.
She is brunette, and her lips are painted some kind of cherry color.
She bangs her fists on her wheel and all thoughts of her beauty leap out of my head.
“Get out. Get out. Get out.” I finally manage to decipher.
Beautiful, but absolutely no manners at all. What in the hell is wrong with her?
“No. I am running late.”
There is a flash of confusion on her face as she continues to stare at me.
“So what? How the hell is that my problem?”
I am so confused by the lack of decorum from this woman. Is it because I was a few minutes late? I don’t understand what could warrant such behavior from her.
There is now a line of vehicles behind us, honking because she is holding back the traffic.
“Can you fucking calm down?”
“No. I will not fucking calm down. Get the fuck out of my car. Get the fuck out right now!” There is clear exasperation in her voice and if it was any other day, I would have been inclined to try having an adult conversation with her, but today is not that day.
