RING RING, RING RING, RING RING .
I reach over to the phone next to the bed, answering it in a groggy daze. “Hello?”
A perky young man with a thick British accent on the other end replies, “Good morning Miss James. This is your seven o’clock wake up call.” Seven already? I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept this late. My body is typically awake on cue at six without any wake up calls.
“Thank you,” I reply before tossing the phone back onto the receiver.
I stretch and let out a yawn. My body is achy and tired. I feel like I haven’t slept at all, but I know I’ve probably had the most peaceful rest I’ve had in a very long time, thanks to Levi.
“Good morning,” he mumbles in a sleepy voice, rolling over to face me in the bed.
“Morning,” I reply, as I get up from and head for the closet, packed with the hanging work clothes I brought for the trip. “I gotta get ready; we have an hour before our car leaves.” I pull out a red blouse and a pair of white slacks, laying them on the bed before I turn for the bathroom.
“Mind if I join you?”
I don’t even know how to reply to his question, but showering together after last night just seems far more intimate than I am up for. “Not now.”
I wish there was a door I could lock, but I can’t help but chuckle just a bit at the absolute disaster my bathroom has become overnight. I roll my eyes while thinking, I can’t wait to see the repair bill.
I stalk into the conference room inside the London headquarters of Alexander Mobile. “Who’s in charge here?” Everyone looks around, before all eyes settle on a man sitting at the end of black conference table, against a wall of windows that look over the Thames.
He nods, standing in greeting. His arm extends as he speaks. “Charles Remy, CFO of London operations.” I couldn’t have cared less about his title or name.
Placing my bag down on the table, I extend my arm in greeting as well. “Seven James, your former boss. Pack up your office. You’re fired, Mr. Remy. Security will show you out.”
I pull out my folders while everyone in the room stares at me in shock. Levi can’t help but choke back a laugh as I take over London like a bull in a china shop. “Now that that’s taken care of, good morning. My name is Seven James; I am the new head of Alexander Mobile, and I am here to deal with the gross incompetence of Mr. Remy and everyone here in London. I am not happy to be here. Let it be known I am not here to make friends; I am here to clean up this business and head back to New York City as quickly as I can.”
I open a file folder of papers, and thumb through a couple, pulling out everything I need and slamming them in a stack on the table.
“If you want to keep your jobs at Alexander Mobile, you will help me while I am here. This is Mr. Levi Parker; he is a board member and shareholder of this company. He will also be assisting me in the cleanup of this office.”
That’s when I see her, a mousy blonde in the corner. Her eyes focus on Levi, completely ignoring every word coming out of my mouth. He scans the room, and his eyes fall on her in passing. Her lips pucker, pressing the pink lipstick together in a pout, as she adjusts in her seat just enough to hike her skirt up. His eyes immediately seek others in the room. My gaze burns through the whore.
“What’s your name?” I ask her across the table, as her attention shifts back to me.
“Emma Malloy,” she replies.
“Go set up a conference room and makeshift office for Levi and me; we will be interviewing all day.”
Shock spreads across her face as she opens her mouth to reply. “I’m not a damn office assistant. I’m the head solicitor here.”
“You’re fired, too. Pack your shit and get out.”
I eye the rest of the shocked staff. “Anyone else want walking papers today? I seem to be on a bit of a roll.”
She stands and struts out of the office without looking back. Good, because I am not in the mood for loose women and their inappropriate office antics. “One thing I want everyone to get straight, since clearly you haven’t heard much about me. I don’t take any shit. Not from your head solicitor, or your CFO. I don’t give a rat’s ass. I demand respect, and I will get it, or you will get out of my office. It may not be my name on this company, but I am in charge now. I am already pissed enough that I’m halfway around the world cleaning up your mess.”
This entire trip is turning into a nightmare, and I think I just fired someone simply for flirting with Levi. That was not cool at all. I’m not sure what has gotten into me, but I am sure it is Levi Parker, and I don’t like what it’s done to me. Well, I’m lying. Maybe I like it, just a little bit.
The next person in line is tasked with setting up a space for the interview process. He doesn’t do half bad either. Sure, the room is about as big as a broom closet, but we have everything we need. Levi and I settle in as the steady stream of potential new CFOs flows into the waiting room. Before the first candidate enters the room, Levi turns to me. Rubbing his finger along my fabric-covered arm, he leans in to whisper in my ear.
“You fired her because she was flirting with me.” He pauses as I turn to take in every inch of his face. His lips graze my bottom lip., “I can’t even tell you how hot that made me.”
As the door opens, he pulls away casually; the first candidate enters our broom closet. An older gentleman with a thick British accent and clearly dyed thick black hair takes a seat.
Completely off my game, I leave the bulk of the interview to Levi while I sit back taking notes, and letting my mind fuck itself for a while. All because this goddamn man is so under my skin I can’t even think straight. It wouldn’t be such a problem if it wasn’t having such an impact on my work. This is so fucking bad.
“I called my PI this afternoon,” I mention in passing as the limo weaves through London rush hour traffic.
Levi turns to me, looking up from whatever he was reading on his phone. “Yeah?”
“He should have something back within twenty-four hours or so.” I shrug and pull my own phone out to send Star a text. Since the nightmare last night, I’ve wanted to avoid her, but she didn’t do anything wrong. It isn’t her fault that a decade old memory crept back up.
Levi shifts in his seat, setting his phone down on the leather bench seat, and leaning in to my personal space. “Thank you, Seven. I owe you.”
I wave him off; it’s nonsense really. “I enjoy seeing a desperate trophy wife take a fall now and again.” I would be lying if I said otherwise. Maybe it’s the fact that someone like her took so much away from me, but looking at the situation in a different light these days, I’m glad Daniel walked out when he did. That miserable housewife, perpetually knocked up, could have been me. Fuck that shit.
“I had some plans for tonight, if you’re up for it.” Plans? Do I even feel like going out? I know I don’t want to, but honestly, I can’t stay locked up in the hotel room for the duration of this trip. It will do me good to get out and see some sights. Although it’s not my first time to London, every other time has been on some else’s schedule, not my own.
“As long as it includes food, and wine, I’m in. What a fucking nightmare of a day. Who would think someone could make such a mess of a company?”
He smiles and turns his attention back to his phone. I do the same.
Him as in my brother. It’s been twelve years since I walked in on him fucking Star. It’s been twelve years since I’ve spoken to him, despite our parents’ best attempts at singing “Kumbaya” and holding hands to kiss and make up. It’s something I am not interested in, still to this day. I also drove my parents away, which doesn’t bother me in the least. If I could only get them off my purse strings, I’d really be golden.