All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AlexanderScarlett's smile faltered for a split second. "Fine. Let's talk business." She pulled out a tablet from her designer bag. "I've been looking at expansion opportunities in Europe and Asia. The markets are ripe for-" "No." I turned back to my laptop. "You didn't even look at the projections." "Don't need to. The board's already made their position clear." She huffed, sliding off my desk. "The board is full of old men stuck in their ways. With your support-" "The board," I cut her off, "consists of experienced investors who've been in this game longer than you've been alive. And they're right - your expansion plan is too aggressive." "Our profits are up 300% from last year!" "And instead of paying dividends, you're burning through cash like it's going out of style." I leaned back in my chair. "What happens when one of your gambles doesn't pay off? When a market crashes or a competitor undercuts you?" "That won't happen." "Really? You have a crystal ball I don'

MadisonMy phone buzzed against my hip as I sorted through expense reports. The hospital's number flashed across the screen, sending my heart racing. "Miss Harper? We've received confirmation from Hallmark Hospital. They're ready to accept your mother's transfer today." I gripped the edge of my desk. "Today? That's wonderful. What time should I be there?" "The ambulance is scheduled for three PM. If you could arrive by two-thirty to handle the paperwork, that would be ideal." I glanced at the clock - one forty-five. "I'll be there. Thank you." After ending the call, I smoothed my skirt and walked to Alexander's office. I knocked softly. "Come in." His deep voice resonated from behind the heavy oak door. "I need to request a few hours off this afternoon." My fingers twisted together. "The hospital called. They're ready to transfer Mom to Hallmark." "Of course. Take the rest of the day." He reached for his phone. "I'll have John drive you." "That's not necessary. I can take a c

AlexanderI lounged back in the plush leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in my crystal tumbler. The bar's dim lighting cast shadows across Leo's face as jazz music played softly. "Found anything interesting?" I knocked back the whiskey, savoring its smoky finish. Leo sprawled in his chair, loosening his tie. "Our mystery bartender's quite the traveler. Bounces between high-end events like a ping-pong ball. Originally from some dusty town in Texas. Gets hired for exclusive events, celebrity parties, that sort of thing." Leo flagged down a waitress. "Another round." "Find him. I want to know exactly what he was doing at the event." "Already on it." "What about our lady in red?" "Ah, your secret admirer?" Leo reached into his briefcase and pulled out a hard drive. "Got everything right here. Every frame, every angle, just like you asked. Give me two days, and I'll have our mystery woman's identity. After that, finding her will be child's play. One day, tops." The waitress se

MadisonI blinked hard, rubbing my eyes. This couldn't be real. Maybe the champagne had gone to my head? But no - there she was, perfect teeth flashing as she tossed her hair over one shoulder. Abigail Whitmore. My stomach dropped. The bathroom mirror's confidence boost evaporated as I watched her lean toward Alexander, her designer dress probably worth three months of my salary. Her laugh carried across the restaurant, making my skin crawl. What a joke. Here I was, getting all hot and bothered by his touches under the table, believing his whispered dessert promises at his place. And now Abigail sat there, commanding his attention like she owned him. Alexander had a short history with her last year after meeting her in a pub through mutual friends. I remembered that night at the pub last year. She'd practically draped herself over him at the bar, her fingers tracing patterns on his sleeve as if marking her territory. They'd left together so quickly like they couldn't wait another

MadisonI felt my stomach churn as Abigail pressed herself against Alexander, her curves molding to his body in what could only be described as an obscene display of public affection. My fingers gripped my phone tighter, knuckles turning white. The sight brought back memories of our heated moments in his office, the way his hands had roamed over my body. But watching him with Abigail now made me question everything. Was I just another conquest? Another notch in his expensive leather belt? I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat as memories of his touch flooded my mind - his fingers trailing up my thigh, his hot breath on my neck, the way he'd pressed me against his desk. But seeing him with Abigail made those moments feel cheap and meaningless. "It was lovely seeing you tonight," Abigail purred, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Always a pleasure, Abigail." Alexander's tone was smooth, his hand resting lightly on her back. I stared intently at my phone, pre