His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 79

Chapter 79: The Anonymous Donor

Edrick

As soon as I saw the picture on the tabloid, I knew that I had to have it taken down as soon as possible. I immediately felt my heart sink and, without another word to Selina or Moana, I called the tabloid straight away. This specific tabloid had been known to cause trouble in the past, so it was needless to say that I already knew the CEO somewhat well.

When I called his office, however, he didn’t sound too keen on selling me the image.

“I don’t know…” he said into the phone. “Tell you what; let’s talk about this in person, and maybe we can make a deal.”

I frowned. Why couldn’t he just speak over the phone, just like he always did? Either way, I had to get that image taken down; if my father saw that picture, and it was very possible that he already did, it would cause an uproar. So, I did what the CEO asked and immediately drove over to his office.

When I arrived, he was waiting for me in his dinky little corner office. It was honestly laughable to me that I had to meet a weasel like this in person.

“You can take your mask off,” he said, leaning back in his chair as I entered his office. I closed the door behind me and warily slid my mask down once I was certain that I wouldn’t be seen.

condescending chuckle. “You know, that’s a very

felt my eyes widened. “Someone else paid for it already?

to keep it on the website, if you’d believe that. How much are you willing to pay me to take

to keep that photograph public? I couldn’t imagine anyone who would be

I said with an exasperated sigh.

grinned. “A

jaw practically hit the floor. I stood, shaking my head and folded my arms. “You’re bluffing,” I said angrily. “No one would pay a hundred thousand to keep that

merely shrugged. He then pointed to a check that was sitting on his desk; when I leaned over to look at it, I saw that it was made out to the amount of one hundred

holding the check up to

CEO said as he tapped his wristwatch. “Do you want the picture to stay up or

escaped my throat, but nonetheless, I pulled out my checkbook and began to scribble furiously. When I was finished, I tore it out and slammed it down on the

want you publishing photos of me or anyone else in my personal life

eyes widening as he saw

pocket. “Consider it a gift, and keep it off the books,” I said. “Do anything like this again, and I’ll sue you.” I pressed my fingers into his desk then and leaned forward, coming face to face with him. This close, he was fairly greasy-looking, and

a shaking hand

I stood and put my mask back on, straightened my jacket, and stormed

…

me to the Morgan-owned bar, where I had a few drinks and sat by myself for a while. As I drank, I couldn’t stop thinking about the mystery donor

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