Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 122: They’re Dead

"I DON'T want to see you."

That was Mason's greeting as I entered his office. No one else knew that inside his office was my own little workspace-a mini-office he'd set up just for me.

I rarely came here, so it worked fine for me.

"As if." I rolled my eyes. "I told you, I'm your accounting consultant."

I opened the glass door and stepped into my office. The white-and-black-themed cubicle greeted me, complete with a black PC and keyboard to stop the large desk I had personally picked. Simple. Minimalist. Exactly my style.

"You're fired."

I let out a laugh and placed my black bag on the chair. "You can't fire your own sister, Mason-"

I froze mid-sentence when I noticed unfamiliar items on my desk. They weren't mine-pink and overly girly. A ponytail holder and... a lace bra?

"Whose stuff is this?" I asked, gulping as I pointed to the items. "Do you have a girlfriend working here?"

I held up the lace bra, showing it to my visibly flustered brother, who rushed over to snatch it from my hand. What the hell? The thought that he might've done something indecent in my space made me want to gag. Maybe it's time I got my own office.

"Shut up," he muttered, grabbing the bra and the hair tie from me.

it. Sooner or later, he'd find someone, and honestly, it was about time. After all

deciding to change the topic since he looked so uncomfortable. "Did the board meeting end already?

pointing at his watch. He pulled some folders from his desk drawer and handed them to

the quarter-the ones discussed in the board meeting earlier. I needed to review them before speaking with Mason and asking about certain parts of the statements. Using that, I crafted suggestions to help improve the company's profitability. Of course, I wanted the company to succeed-bigger profits meant

I was done, I headed to a vacant room next to Mason's office, only to get pissed off. Some damned manager tried to harass

to do..." I grabbed his shoulders tightly, hearing a

the room. I'd make sure Mason heard about this. People like

my way. A man in a white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks. His

suddenly slapped

I thought I might

mean I haunt even your

to call it a nightmare, Ash." I couldn't help

grabbed my wrists, leaning

and seductive-almost enough to

but it wasn't. Ash sat across from me, silently watching as I ate my ice cream. I even caught him swallowing hard when I licked the excess ice cream

had no intention of seducing him, but judging by the way he

was almost done with my vanilla

fifteen minutes. Is this a staring game?" I asked in frustration, taking the last spoonful of ice cream. "Or maybe you just wanted someone to eat with?" Maybe that's why he wanted to eat here, at our company. Perhaps he was just looking for a companion, just

"About our child-"

up? It wasn't like him to do this. He'd

this conversation is headed," I said, grabbing a napkin from