Page 62 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife

21

Summer

Shut up, shut up. What are you saying?Couldn’t you have found a way to share your opinions in a diplomatic fashion? This is when he loses his shit, and fixes his cold glare on me, and probably buzzes for security to throw me out. My stomach churns. I swallow down the bile that taints my throat.

All expression leaches from his face, leaving behind a cold hard mask. It’s as if every single emotion inside of him has been flash-frozen. His jaw tics. Ugh, that’s not good, right?

A vein throbs at his temple. I gulp. Here it comes. I grab the arms of my chair, brace myself.

A chuckle vibrates up that massive chest.

I freeze. No, no, he’s having a complete breakdown. Wow. Did I cause that?

His eyes gleam. "Go on."

"Eh?"

"You’ve certainly gotten my attention, little Bird, don’t waste it."

I draw in a deep breath. "There's only so far that you can pull the wool over people's eyes." Unlike those in your inner circle, the general populace cannot be bought. "Why do you want them to believe that you want to right your wrongs?"

"I don’t."

"Right. So why are you embarking on this entire plan? Why FOK Media?"

He taps his forefingers together.

My hold on the chair tightens, "I signed the non-disclosure agreement, so whatever you say stays within these walls."

His eyebrows knit. "Very well. As you’re already alluding to it, I estimate that you have guessed that FOK Media is a cover. We need to buy goodwill with the public. We also need a legitimate business that is a tax write off."

"Ergo, a nonprofit."

"Besides, the money channeled through the entity will be used for doing good."

"Finding the best talent in the world, from different fields, sponsoring them, providing seed investment in return for a percentage of their lifelong profits."

He drums his fingers together, "Get to the point."

"I suggest that you a) change the name to reflect your intention; b) that instead of a percentage of profits, you give the chosen talent a portion of the share capital, along with the immediate funding. That way you bind them to your company, while helping them grow their own nest eggs for the future. Everyone wins. And c).."

He doesn’t move a muscle. Well, except for the bulging vein at his temple, he may as well be carved out of rock.

"You Seven not be involved at all with the company."

"Oh."

I nod.

"Who do you recommend should lead this initiative?"

My guts churn; my heart beats so hard I am sure it’s going to jump out of my ribcage.

"You’ve come this far, Pink, don’t stop now."

"Me."

"Eh?" He blinks. Yeah, the man actually seems surprised. I rendered the notorious gazzillionaire alphahole silent. Fist pump.