Devastated (Anger Management, #1)(20)

“Where are you going?” Hunter asked, sounding bored.

“To stop him from leaving before it’s too late,” Kylie said, although she wasn’t really sure how she was going to do that, but she was willing to beg if that meant-

“We need to talk, Miss Peppers.”

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“Is something wrong, Mr. O’Mallery?” Kylie asked, shifting nervously as Hunter looked through everything that she’d organized so far for the convention on the iPad and had to admit that he was impressed.

“I just have a few questions about the convention,” Hunter said absently, as he went through everything, noting that since she’d taken over planning the convention that she’d been very busy. She had their rooms booked, promotional packs ordered, VIP packs being made up, swag ordered, had his men in the Orlando office working on demonstrations, managed to negotiate a better spot at the convention, reserved a private lounge for their clients, and-

“What’s this private security detail you booked for the convention?” he asked, as he scrolled down the impressive list of names that she’d managed to secure private security for through his company.

“Oh, I thought it would be a good idea to offer a complimentary private security detail to your VIP clients since there will be at least ten security companies at the convention hoping to lure them away. With that in mind, I also did a little digging and compiled a list of Fortune 500 companies that will be at the convention who are interested in upgrading their security and thought that this would give Shadow Security an advantage,” Kylie explained, as he once again found himself wondering what she was doing working as someone’s fucking lackey.

It made him wonder why she was settling for a job she hated, and there was no doubt in his mind that she hated being at someone else’s beck and call. If that stubborn glint in her eye that intrigued him so much hadn’t told him that, then the interviews his men had with her past employers would have. From what his men witnessed, they were all assholes who openly criticized and belittled their assistants while demanding that they wait on them hand and foot, and every single one of them wanted Kylie back.

When they’d realized that his men were doing a background check on Kylie for a job, every single one of them had made a play to get her back. They’d tried to entice his men into telling them how much he was paying her, because apparently none of them had been able to offer Kylie enough to stay. That was interesting, especially since all of them had offered her more money than what he was paying her.

“And how much is this going to cost me?” he asked even as he mentally calculated the cost of providing twenty-four-hour personal security to twenty-five people for-

“Nothing. The contract with the convention will offset the cost,” Kylie said, making him frown.

“How?” he asked, swiping through the files on the iPad, looking for the contract the Orlando office signed with the convention so that he could see what she was talking about only to have the iPad plucked from his hand.

“When I called to see if we could get a better spot at the convention, I found out that they weren’t happy with their contract with Highland Security. After finding out what they needed, I called Tim at the Orlando office and after I explained everything, he swung by the hotel and figured out a few more things that they were going to need, wrote up a proposal, and the convention signed last week. In return, I was able to negotiate a better spot, the VIP room for free, and offset the cost of private security and you’ll still be able to write off the loss. Oh, and the hotel liked Tim’s security suggestions so much that they hired Shadow Securities to upgrade their system,” Kylie explained with a shrug as she handed the iPad back with the new contract opened and a, “It was in the memo I gave you last week.”

“I see,” he murmured absently, realizing why her old bosses were desperate to get her back, because something told him that he probably wasn’t going to be able to let her go either.





Chapter 12

“Is there a reason why we’re looking at pictures of dicks?” Ryan asked, as he pulled out a patio chair and sat down next to him before adding, “Is this a new fetish?”

“Visiting hours are over,” Hunter said, not bothering to look up as he scrolled down the page, seriously wondering how many times this loser was going to post pictures of his dick.

“You can’t still be mad,” Ryan said, not really looking like he cared.

“I really can.”

Shrugging it off, Ryan gestured towards the screen. “What exactly are you doing?”

“I’m checking into someone’s background,” Hunter said, as he glanced up to make sure that Kylie was still in the kitchen making lunch. When he spotted her through the kitchen’s double patio doors, he shifted his attention back to the sick fuck that she never should have married.

“And she’s into small dicks?” Ryan asked with a glance of his own towards the kitchen as he reached down and pulled a thick manila envelope from his bag and placed it on the table next to him.

“Apparently,” Hunter murmured as he scrolled through the rest of the post, making a note of the fact that the loser was bragging about having a four-inch dick.

“Is this the ex?” Ryan asked, as he absently drummed his fingertips against the tabletop.

“Yes,” Hunter said, still trying to figure out how she’d ended up with the sick fuck.