All Chapters of Let Me Go, Boss!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Riley’s POVDragging a six-foot-something semi-conscious Jax Maddox to his damn bathroom was not how I thought my morning would go.He was dead weight. A stubborn, heavy slab of grumbling muscles, and I was sweating by the time I got him propped against the sink. His head lolled to the side, eyes half-lidded."Jax," I said again, a little sharper this time. “You smell like a liquor store dumpster.”But nothing coherent came out of his mouth.So I did what any sane person would do. I turned the shower knob to the cold direction. Ice. Cold.The second the spray hit him, Jax jolted upright like someone had dumped him in a bucket of hell. Water drenched his shirt instantly, plastering the fabric to his chest and revealing every sharp, sculpted line beneath. He looked like a Greek god in the rain.“What the—” He clutched his head with a groan, blinking through the downpour. “Why’d you do that?!”I crossed my arms and shrugged. “I thought you needed cleaning. And well, I couldn’t exactly ba

Caleb’s POVThere was something off about Jax.Not in like the full-blown crisis-mode off. Not yet. But... off. I’d seen enough of his moods to know the difference.This morning, for instance. He came into the conference room late, black coffee in hand, and said absolutely nothing during the first ten minutes of the PR debrief. Not a grunt. Not a head nod. Not even his usual annoyed eyebrow twitch.When I paused mid-sentence and gave him a look, all I got was a distracted, “Huh? Yeah. Sure.”Sure what, man?I glanced across the table at Ethan, who was already texting someone under the table.“All right,” I said, wrapping up the meeting and clicking my pen. “We’ll circle back after lunch. Unless anyone wants to contribute more.” I glanced at Jax but he didn’t say anything.Riley walked in ten minutes after he had walked in, holding two iced coffees and trying to balance a laptop between her elbow and her ribs. She looked a little tired and flushed.Jax looked up. That was when I knew s

Jax’s POVThe coffee I’d brought in tasted like shit. It was too bitter and too burnt. I set it down and leaned back in my chair, watching the steam curl upward as if it could distract me from the weight in my chest. It couldn’t. The pressure had been building all week—tightening like a noose every time someone looked at me like they knew something I didn’t.Especially Caleb. He’d been off. His silences were longer. His excuses were thinner. The deflections almost… rehearsed. I’d catch him staring at his phone during meetings, his jaw tight. At first, I thought it was Camilla again. Or maybe Riley. But the look he wore felt like guilt or worse—pity. And if there was one thing I hated more than secrets…it was being protected from them.The door to my office cracked open without a knock. Speak of the devil.“Got a second?” Caleb stepped in, holding a folder, but his eyes flicked toward the desk drawer I’d just closed. “Didn’t think you’d be in this early.”“I didn’t think the same for y

Riley’s PovSaturday started normal. Or… as normal as my life could get lately. The number from two days ago had not called me again, and I’d checked my window every single opportunity I got but there was no strange car or person lurking around. I was beginning to think that I imagined the car.I needed a break, so I threw on leggings, a hoodie two sizes too big, and walked down to the café with my hair up and zero makeup. Just me, caffeine, and a few hours without anyone asking me about deadlines, Jax Maddox, or his annoyance. But halfway through my drink, I noticed someone strange from the corner of my eye. A middle-aged guy with his black hoodie pulled up, just sitting there like he’d been waiting for someone who never showed. But he didn’t have a cup of coffee on his table or even a laptop. He just sat there, doing nothing besides looking at me, but not directly, that would’ve made it easier to confront.His gaze kept flicking toward my table. And whenever I stared back, like I w

RILEYS POVThis place was quiet. Too quiet. Just enough cover to feel exposed.I adjusted the tiny voice recorder in my purse, checking it one more time. It was already recording, good. At least I wasn’t walking into this completely unarmed.I texted Caleb before stepping out of my car. “If anything happens, I’m at the Civic Garage on Fifth. Don’t ask. Just… come if I call.”But there was no reply yet.A man was already there, leaning against a sleek black car like he was auditioning for a villain in a Netflix series. He was wearing some expensive loafers, designer jacket and a smile too polished to be real.“You’re punctual,” he said, pushing off the car with a slow grin. “I like that in a woman.”“Get to the point,” I replied, keeping my distance. “You said you had a deal for me.”“Straight to business. Even better.” He tilted his head. “We want to know about Jax’s mother. Her condition. Where she’s being treated. That’s all.”I gave a soft, sarcastic laugh. “You dragged me up her