Page 8 of Bestie's Bossy Billionaire Brother

“Catherine, you know I’m friends with Jason.”

“What did he tell you?” I press, anxiety coursing through me.

“He doesn’t think you’re stable enough to work right now. I agree. If you’re confused and need to think things through, perhaps you should take a break from work for the time being.”

“A break? Are you firing me, Dominic?”

“No, no. Nothing like that. It’s just… this is a really important event for us. It would be best if we had someone who’s a bit more mentally stable.”

“Mentally stable?” I retort.

“Catherine—”

“You know what, Dominic? You have nothing to worry about. Because I quit.” I hang up before he can say anything else.

My heart sinks as I make my way back to the parking lot. I can feel anger bubbling up inside me, but I’m also hurt that Jason would go behind my back and meddle with my job.What an asshole.

As soon as I get to car, I take out my phone and call Erica.

“Catherine?” she answers. “I thought you had work.”

“Not anymore. No thanks to Jason,” I reply. “Are you free to talk?”

“Yeah, where are you?”

“Tacoma,” I say.

“Okay, let’s meet at Oliver’s in an hour,” she suggests.

“See you soon,” I say and hang up.

I take one last look at the ranch before starting back for my car.

I arrive at Oliver’s place with a box of pizza in tow. He lives in a gated community in Laurelhurst in a two-story French cottage-style home with a perfectly manicured lawn. The front yard is decorated with a small fountain and a few rose bushes.

As I walk up to the front door, I can already hear loud music and laughter coming from inside the house.

I ring the doorbell, and within seconds, the door swings open. Erica is standing in the foyer, her brown hair tousled.

I laugh as I hold up a large pizza box. “I brought dinner.”

“Wow, you’re probably the cutest pizza delivery person I’ve ever seen,” Erica teases. “Are you single?”

I narrow my eyes on her before stepping into the foyer. As soon as I step in, Alice, Oliver’s six-year-old daughter, rushes down the hallway.

“Catherine!” she calls out, running up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. She’s wearing a long purple dress and her dark hair is thrown up in a messy bun. Her cheeks are flushed, as if she’s been bouncing off the walls all night.

“How’s babysitting been going?” I ask Erica, who exhales loudly.

“Better now that you’re here,” she jokes, then takes the pizza from me. “Alice, why don’t we have dinner in the dining room before we get back to playing? I bet you’re starving.”

Alice nods eagerly, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I’ve been waiting for the pizza all day. But I need to pee.”

“Okay. Go to the bathroom and make sure you wash your hands, Alice.”

“I will, Aunt Erica.”

I chuckle, ruffling her hair before following Erica into the dining room. She sets the pizza down on the table, then heads into the kitchen and returns with some plates and three bottles of sparkling water.