Genre Ranking
Get the APP HOT
Billionaire's Placeholder: Now Watch Me Shine
img img Billionaire's Placeholder: Now Watch Me Shine img Chapter 4 4
4 Chapters
Chapter 11 11 img
Chapter 12 12 img
Chapter 13 13 img
Chapter 14 14 img
Chapter 15 15 img
Chapter 16 16 img
Chapter 17 17 img
Chapter 18 18 img
Chapter 19 19 img
Chapter 20 20 img
Chapter 21 21 img
Chapter 22 22 img
Chapter 23 23 img
Chapter 24 24 img
Chapter 25 25 img
Chapter 26 26 img
Chapter 27 27 img
Chapter 28 28 img
Chapter 29 29 img
Chapter 30 30 img
Chapter 31 31 img
Chapter 32 32 img
Chapter 33 33 img
Chapter 34 34 img
Chapter 35 35 img
Chapter 36 36 img
Chapter 37 37 img
Chapter 38 38 img
Chapter 39 39 img
Chapter 40 40 img
Chapter 41 41 img
Chapter 42 42 img
Chapter 43 43 img
Chapter 44 44 img
Chapter 45 45 img
Chapter 46 46 img
Chapter 47 47 img
Chapter 48 48 img
Chapter 49 49 img
Chapter 50 50 img
Chapter 51 51 img
Chapter 52 52 img
Chapter 53 53 img
Chapter 54 54 img
Chapter 55 55 img
Chapter 56 56 img
Chapter 57 57 img
Chapter 58 58 img
Chapter 59 59 img
Chapter 60 60 img
Chapter 61 61 img
Chapter 62 62 img
Chapter 63 63 img
Chapter 64 64 img
Chapter 65 65 img
Chapter 66 66 img
Chapter 67 67 img
Chapter 68 68 img
Chapter 69 69 img
Chapter 70 70 img
Chapter 71 71 img
Chapter 72 72 img
Chapter 73 73 img
Chapter 74 74 img
Chapter 75 75 img
Chapter 76 76 img
Chapter 77 77 img
Chapter 78 78 img
Chapter 79 79 img
Chapter 80 80 img
Chapter 81 81 img
Chapter 82 82 img
Chapter 83 83 img
Chapter 84 84 img
Chapter 85 85 img
Chapter 86 86 img
Chapter 87 87 img
Chapter 88 88 img
Chapter 89 89 img
Chapter 90 90 img
Chapter 91 91 img
Chapter 92 92 img
Chapter 93 93 img
Chapter 94 94 img
Chapter 95 95 img
Chapter 96 96 img
Chapter 97 97 img
Chapter 98 98 img
Chapter 99 99 img
Chapter 100 100 img
img
  /  2
img

Chapter 4 4

Cara walked into the lobby of Austin Media like she owned it. She was wearing a sharp black blazer over her dress, sunglasses on. She headed straight for the private elevators.

She tapped her access card against the reader.

BEEP. A red light flashed. Access Denied.

She tried again. Red light.

She laughed, a short, dry sound. He had already cut her off. He was efficient, she'll give him that.

A security guard, a man she had brought coffee to three times, stepped forward. "Ms. Clay, I'm sorry, I can't let you up."

Cara took off her sunglasses. She didn't plead. She stared him down.

"I am here to return Mr. Austin's house keys," she said loudly. "Unless you want me to leave them right here on the floor where anyone can pick them up?"

The receptionist behind the desk looked panicked. She picked up the phone. "Mr. Wong? Ms. Clay is here. She's... causing a scene."

Two minutes later, Burrel came out of the elevator. He looked tired.

"Cara, please," he said, trying to steer her toward a side room. "He's in a meeting."

"Is it a strategy meeting on how to rehabilitate Ms. Newman's image?" Cara asked. Her voice carried across the marble lobby. Heads turned.

Burrel winced. "Come with me."

He swiped his badge. They rode the elevator in silence. The numbers climbed. 40. 50. 60.

"He's busy, Cara," Burrel said softly. "Mr. Austin cut his London trip short. An urgent matter regarding Ms. Newman came up."

"Busy rekindling old flames?" Cara asked.

The doors opened. The top floor was all glass and steel. Cara walked past Burrel's desk. Through the glass wall of the main office, she saw him.

Brittain wasn't in a meeting. He was sitting alone at his desk, reading a document. He looked annoyed, not busy.

Cara pushed open the heavy glass door. It didn't slam, thanks to the expensive hinges, but it made a solid thud.

Brittain looked up. His brows knit together. "Who let you up here?"

Cara didn't stop until she reached his desk. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the ring of keys-the penthouse, the Hamptons house, the Malibu villa.

She slammed them onto the mahogany desk. The metal jangled violently.

Brittain looked at the keys, then at Cara. His expression was bored. "What is this tantrum, Cara?"

She didn't sit. She towered over him, or tried to. She pulled the printout of the airport photo from her bag and slid it across the desk.

"Your muse is back," she said. "I'm returning my badge."

Brittain glanced at the photo. He didn't look guilty. He looked irritated that his privacy was breached.

"It was just a ride from the airport," he said. "You're overreacting."

Cara laughed. It was a bitter sound. "A ride? Your hand is on her waist, Brittain. You don't touch friends like that."

He stood up then. He was tall, looming over her. The air in the room grew heavy.

"Watch your tone, Cara. Remember who you are talking to."

Cara straightened her spine. She looked him dead in the eye.

"I know exactly who I am talking to," she said. "My ex-boyfriend. That's my new identity."

Previous
            
Next
            
Download Book

COPYRIGHT(©) 2022