: Chapter 53
The Perfect Fit
âHello, West.â Her soft sultry voice fills my ear.
I rub a hand over my face. âAlison, I need a favor.â
âA favor? From me?â She laughs. âYou must be desperate.â
âWell, yeah, I am.â Beyond fucking desperate to fix at least some of the damage I caused.
She laughs again, and I can picture her sitting at her desk, tossing her long blond hair over her shoulder, getting such a kick out of this. âWhat can I do for you?â
âI need you to give someone a job.â
âA job?â She snorts. âYou have like three billion employees. You give them a job.â
âI would if I could, but she wonât take one from me.â
âOh, West,â she purrs. âHave you been a naughty boy?â
Sighing, I pinch the bridge of my nose. âLook, sheâs a great writer. Sheâd be an asset to your magazine.â
âSo give her a job at yours. If she says no, offer her more money. Everyone has a price.â
Regret grips my throat. âNot this girl, Ali.â
âOh, West.â Her tone is serious now. âHas someone broken your ice-cold heart?â
âA job, Ali.â
She hums but doesnât say anything.
âDid you see that puppy farm piece in Genevieve last month?â
âYeah, I read it.â
âThat was her.â
Sheâs silent for several seconds, and Iâm opening my mouth to beg when she asks, âThatâs who you want me to offer a job to?â
âYes, Lily Sloane. But she canât know I had anything to do with it.â
She lets out a loud breath.
âAli, come on. You read the article; you know sheâs a good writer. Sheâs a great person too. Sweet and loyal and â¦â The words stick in my throat, and I cough to clear it. âDo this for me and Iâll owe you.â I hold my breath and wait for her to give me an answer.
âFine,â she eventually says, and my heavy exhale makes her laugh.
âThank you.â
I end the call and rest my forehead on the cool desk. My head throbs, partly due to the aftereffects of drinking almost an entire bottle of Scotch last night, but mostly with the knowledge that weâve lost her. We had the perfect woman, and she loved each of us equally. With everything she had.
Now everything is broken.
And I canât fix it.