The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 73

I get bogged down with work and end up with the headache from hell, before heading home; it’s been a stressful first day back, and now, more than ever, I’m hating his absence. We’re a team … We work on all this crap together and we do it well. I’ve never had to single-handedly take over and I don’t like it anymore. I’m angry at him for making me do this. Angry at the way my emotions are up and down, and I can’t stick on hating him or missing him.

I know it’s part of my job and I know I’m capable but still … I detest it. I know more about the Carrero empire than I could have ever imagined, I’ve so many staff at my fingertips it’s terrifying. I converse with lawyers, security, HR, and other crazily titled employees constantly, and sometimes I wonder how my head hasn’t self-imploded. I’m only twenty-six and to have so much resting on my shoulders at this age, is a huge achievement. I know I’m good at what I do. But still.

Why the hell did I have to find my calling at the side of a complete asshole named Jake, who makes me feel completely lost without him?

* * *

“Miss Anderson?”

I glance up at Rosalie as she stands in my office doorway, so lost in this spreadsheet, my thoughts, and never heard her approach. It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m feeling the strain of another busy day.

“Yes?”

“There’s someone at the reception desk who’s asking for you.” She seems nervous and moves from foot to foot.

Do I make her nervous?

I don’t like the fact that I do.

“Send them in.” I smile brightly, trying to put her at ease. I never used to care about the effect I had on her, but I don’t like the way she’s hovering, or the unsure aura she has about her.

Am I that bad to work for?

“Not up here, Miss … down at main reception … security doesn’t want to send them up.” She hesitates. I frown and glance at my watch, I’ve no meetings planned for another two hours so this confuses me.

“I’ll go down.” I smile and wave her away. Seeing her obvious relief at my calm response.

* * *

I check over my appearance in the elevator mirror, smooth down my pencil skirt and jacket. I’m back in PA mode with tailored perfection, the only difference being my hair, which softens all of it. I’m getting used to it now, even though it throws off my whole style and often, I catch people staring at me.

I move through the building and out toward the main desk at reception.

“You’ve someone here to see me?” I smile at the faceless red head as she looks me over blankly.

“I’m Emma Anderson.”

She balks, obviously realizing who I am and fumbles; I’ve had this a lot since I returned with new hair. I sigh heavily in irritation and suppress an eyeroll.

“Of course, Miss. Anderson, yes. They’re right over there in the waiting area … The gentleman in the green coat.” She points toward the seated area, seemingly flustered.

Jeez, do I just have that effect on all of them? How have I never noticed this before?

“Thank you. His name?”

“Ummm, he didn’t leave one, he said you would know him, Ma’am.” She looks away quickly aware she’s just peeved me off further. I frown and nod, a little irritated at her lack of capability.

I move toward the large seated waiting area and run my eyes along the people lurking around waiting for appointments. The green coat has his back to me and does seem vaguely familiar. I hesitate, then move forward, and tap his shoulder gently.

It feels like the world stops spinning when he turns, and I’m faced with the familiar blue eyes that resemble my own, that faded gray stubbly face, and crooked mouth, aged but still recognizable. The shifty eyes and awkward posture of that creep from my teen memory.