Big Bad Boss – Midnight (Werewolves of Wall Street #1) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: , Series: Lee Savino
Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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So it was Brick, then. It has to be.

Last Monday, she said. The first work day after the BFF ball. I remember every second of the event. I’ve replayed it in my head a million times, memorizing it like my favorite movie.

“You seem more of the bleeding heart type. Not one to sell out for money.”

He must’ve done some digging and figured out the real reason I took this job.

If I call him, he’ll deny it. He probably won’t even take my call. But if he thinks I won't be able to dig up the truth, he’s never met me.

I dial the development office at NYU. “Yes, this is Madison Ev-Everett, I’m Brick Blackthroat’s executive assistant?” I modify my last name at the last second, in case the financial aid department gets wind of this.

“Yes, Ms. Everett, what can I do for you?”

“I’m just calling to make sure everything is set up with the scholarship Mr. Blackthroat is sponsoring.”

“Let me look into that. Please hold.”

I pace in front of the cafe. Inside, Aubrey sees me and waves, looking puzzled as to why I'm here on a work day. I point to my phone and hold up a finger. She nods and grabs a cup, probably to make me a vanilla latte. I’m going to need it. With vodka.

“Yes, it looks like we were able to contact Brayden Evans the morning after we received the wire transfer from Mr. Blackthroat.”

“Great, I’ll let him know. Thank you for your help.”

He did it. He paid for my brother’s tuition. I’m breathless. The money is nothing to him–he has enough to pay the tuition of every undergrad in the States, if not the entire world.

But he spent it on my brother’s tuition. To free me from this job? Because I do mean something to him? What does it mean?

I head into La Résistance. Aubrey takes a look at my face and pushes a latte in my direction.

“You’ll never believe what the Big Bad Boss did this time.”

She nods and points to the tiny room at the back of the coffee shop. “Office. Now.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Madi

The office is empty and not just because my boss abandoned me. The day before Thanksgiving break, Moon Co. employees have all cleared out early, leaving only a skeleton crew. When I walk into the lobby, my heels practically echo.

I don’t know how I’m going to go to dinner with my family on Thanksgiving and pretend everything’s well and good.

A part of me is tempted to quit. Leave my resignation on Brick’s desk and let his new assistant process it.

But no, that would mean he wins.

I need a reason to confront him. And my opportunity comes at five pm on the last day of work before Thanksgiving break. I take a call from the assistant of the lawyer who’s handling the land deal for the Blackthroat Family Foundation.

Emergency paperwork, he explains. We need Brick Blackthroat’s signature ASAP.

“My boss has left for the weekend, too. If I don’t get these signatures, she’ll fire me.” The young man sounds close to tears.

“Can it wait until after the holiday?”

“The seller is impatient. He’s making things difficult for no reason. My boss thinks he’s on the verge of backing out, but we got their signature. After this, it’s done.”

I promised Brick I’d do everything to get this land deal. And I will.

My calls and emails to Brick go unanswered, so I start ringing the rest of the executives numbers. I’ll fly out to California if I have to.

“California? They’re not there anymore.” Nickel’s head assistant tells me. “There was an accident with Benson’s son. They pushed the vote on the deal to after Thanksgiving. And the whole executive team flew home for the holiday.”

Home. That means the Berkshires. A few more rounds of calling confirms this. Brick still won’t call me back.

He won’t come to me. So I’ll have to go to him.

John Acker, Brick’s helicopter pilot, does pick up his phone.

“I need you to fly me to the Berkshires,” I blurt before I have a chance to really think this through.

“You what now?” John has that habit men who work around machinery have of shouting into the phone.

I explain my dilemma.

“Ah, no, I can’t–”

“I will make sure you are compensated appropriately,” I promise, which of course, I have no right to do since it’s not my money. I’m just the executive assistant who could get fired at any moment. Maybe for this stunt, who knows? “I know this is a holiday weekend.”

“You know, even if I could, the weather doesn’t look good. Have you looked out your window lately?”

The view outside the windows is pure gray, as if the building is swathed in clouds. I shiver just looking at it. “You’d better hurry, then. This really can’t wait. Please.”

The pilot curses loudly. “Then let’s go. We don’t have a moment to lose. This storm is bad news.”


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