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“What a fucking waste of time,” Rebecca muttered, her heels clicking on the marble flooring of Sumptor, Inc. Her meeting had bothered her more than she cared to admit, which pissed Rebecca off. She was used to men dismissing her intelligence and expertise, but McEnroe was… different. He had no business sense at all. That, coupled with his wildly narcissistic attitude, not only gave Rebecca a massive headache but also made her wonder why in the hell he had called her at all.

Rebecca was also used to overtly sexual advances. Normally, she was able to dismiss it as tiny dick syndrome. The louder they were, the less they had to work with below the belt. The less they had, the faster they cried their safe word when Mistress showed them no mercy—years behind the mask taught Rebecca that. McEnroe’s multiple sexual comments put Rebecca on edge for far different reasons than just being annoying. They reminded her too much of her past.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Giles.” Dorothea, Eve’s assistant, gave Rebecca a kind smile. “Is Mrs. Sumptor expecting you?”

“No, sorry, Dorothea. Is she busy?”

“Never too busy for a friend.”

Rebecca turned to the sultry voice and smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She accepted Eve’s hug and kiss on the cheek, then followed her into the large office. “I didn’t know if you’d be here or at the gallery. I took a chance.” Rebecca sat on the plush couch, curling her legs up under her.

Eve sat beside her, turning her body to face her oldest friend. “Lainey and I are giving Lauren a little autonomy at the gallery. And, frankly, after everything that happened, we’re a little more attentive here at Sumptor, Inc.” Eve touched Rebecca’s fidgeting hand. Rebecca Cuinn-Giles was not usually a jittery person. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm?” Rebecca saw Eve looking pointedly at Rebecca’s hands. Immediately, Rebecca stopped tapping her fingers. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Becca?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “You only call me Becca when you’re trying to butter me up.”

Eve chuckled. “You came to see me, remember? Seriously, Rebecca. Are you and Cass doing okay?”

“Yes! Absolutely. I’m not here because of Cassidy, Eve. I just…” Rebecca blew out a frustrated breath. “I had a meeting today. A potential client. It didn’t go well, and I feel a bit out of sorts.”

Eve frowned. “I’ve seen you after a disappointing meeting. This isn’t it. Did something happen?”

“He was an asshole. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”

“But?”

Rebecca shook her head. “I don’t know, Eve. This time, it just rubbed me the wrong way.” She wanted to discuss this with Cassidy before anyone else. Cassidy was her person—the one she wanted to turn to when she was feeling…off. As much as she loved Eve, that’s not why Rebecca was here. “How would you feel about acquiring a wholesale warehouse? According to the quarterlies I’ve been given, it’s well on its way to failing.”

Eve laughed. “Well, you sure know how to sell it! Are you punishing me or the dickhead that made you feel this way?”

Rebecca grinned. “I know my business plan will work, and you have the resources to turn it around. More importantly, I want McEnroe to fail. Permanently.”

Eve hesitated, bringing her phone out to text Lainey for her opinion. A few moments later, Lainey popped into the office.

“Hello, Rebecca.” Lainey leaned down and kissed Rebecca’s cheek. “Hard day?”

Rebecca raised a brow. “Do I look that bad?”

“No,” Lainey smiled. “Eve mentioned it in her text. That and you want us to get into the wholesale business.”

Rebecca glanced at Eve. “Do the two of you have some sort of shorthand? Because you couldn’t have texted all that.”

Eve lifted a shoulder, her mouth tilted up with a sly grin as Lainey sat on the arm of the couch next to Eve. “We do. But I also have fast fingers.”

Lainey bit her cheek when Rebecca slanted a look at her. They all thought the same thing, but other than a knowing look, they let it go.

“Ahem.” Time to get everyone’s mind back on business, Lainey thought. “So, Sumptor, Inc. isn’t in the market for wholesale, but that doesn’t mean we can’t take over the company and repurpose it. How big is the warehouse?”

Rebecca appreciated how Eve gave Lainey more responsibility in the company. Lainey had undoubtedly earned it. With a smile, she reached for her briefcase… which she had forgotten in her car. “Damn it. All the information you need is in my briefcase. Which I currently don’t have. But I can email you all the details when I get home.”

“And you’re okay with us not keeping the business as is or using your business plan? You know we have the utmost respect and confidence in your work….”

“Lainey,” Rebecca interrupted gently. “I honestly don’t care if you burn the place down. I want that man to know what happens when I get pissed off.”

“Burn it down it is,” Eve teased. “Anything else you’d like us to do to him, Mistress?”