Love the Boss: Billionaire Romance (Managing the Bosses Book 4) Read Free

simple reconciliation project for the annual tax files that would be due in the next few weeks, Jamie stopped by Alex's office to see if he was available. Gina gave her a look as she lifted her hand to knock on the door, which caused her to pause.
    "What's up?" Jamie asked.
    "He's in a mood all of a sudden. Something about an unexpected audit. I don't know, but if you value your head, make sure you don't do anything that might have you losing it." She shrugged. "I have a sewing kit out here, though. I'll help you sew it back on if you need me to."
    Jamie smirked. "That bad?"
    "That bad, girl. That bad."
    She knocked once more before slipping through a small crack between the door and the jamb, closing it quietly behind her. The sound of Alex's voice told her that Gina wasn't at all exaggerating. It had been a while since she'd heard him sound so upset.
    "I understand that completely." He glanced up from his pacing, and pressed his finger to his lips as if to warn her not to say a word. She nodded. "What I don't understand is you thinking that we need this audit before it's due. We only do this type of audit every three years. It's been two. You're being irrational."
    An impatient, but familiar, gentleman’s voice carried through the speaker phone. "No, I'm not! I own a large portion of your stock, Alex. I want to ensure we're following the guidelines that are set out by the various governmental bodies. They’ll be forcing everyone to do the audit every two years starting next year. I'm asking that you adopt it early."
    "And I'm saying no. We have too much on our plates right now. I was up here through the holidays while the rest of you on the board were on your yachts. It's not happening. I know how to run a business. Quite successfully I might add." He took a short breath. "I'm letting you go, Nicholas. We'll speak later, but not on this. I'm not discussing it again."
    "Yes, you are. Damn it, Alex! Just because you started the company doesn't mean that you alone hold the reins to it now." The older man's voice was biting, and a little more demanding than Jamie had ever heard it.
    What the hell’s going on?
    "Nicholas, you own stock in a subsidiary of my company. I own fifty-one percent of that sub and over sixty-five of my own company. The rest of my stock is owned by billionaires and investors. You are not one of those. This discussion is over. Enjoy your day." Alex hit a button on his phone and looked up, his voice rising significantly. "That pompous ass is trying to tell me how to run my fucking company! I've got a few things to say to him that need to be done in person. Adopt early. Yeah, okay... we'll do that, and you just drink your damn martinis and sit on the beach while I make all of you rich!"
    Jamie crossed the room and slid her hands up his strong chest. "It's okay, Alex. He can't force you to do anything, right?"
    "Sort of." Alex let out a long breath and brushed his hand over his forehead. "I hate his ass. We need to figure out how to offer him more than he's worth and get rid of him."
    "I could have our guard dog off him." Jamie gave a cheeky grin.
    Alex's expression softened as he huffed. "Guard dog. Yeah, right."
    "What can I do to help?" She clasped her hands around his neck and pressed herself to the front of him, loving how well they fit together.
    "I don't know. The list just keeps growing and growing, honestly." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and untangled himself from her before moving back to his desk and plopping down. "Did you get Mark busy on something, or do you finally agree with me that this might not be the best idea?"
    "He's going to be great." Jamie didn’t bother to mention that it was he who’d offered the job to Mark, not her. She leaned against the side of his desk and watched him. His dark brown hair was a little messy from having run his fingers through it. He always did so when he was nervous or stressed. That he had any hair left at all was a miracle.
    "So you say. What's