The PlayLion Billionaire: A Paranormal Billionaire Romance

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a number quickly. Olivia took deep breaths, struggling to keep enough composure to avoid coming off like a complete lunatic. She would have to make her case and her complaint rationally, as calmly as possible, in spite of her righteous indignation at how she had been treated by Brooke. She had to assume that not everyone in the company shared his obviously sexist views.
    Olivia felt her anger deepening in spite of her efforts to restrain it, and rising higher and higher. The nerve of that man; he hadn’t even made any effort to conceal the fact that he had such incredibly misogynistic views. He had just assumed that she would get flustered and swallow it down. He thought that Olivia would just take it -- that she wouldn’t make any effort to come back at him. She replayed the conversation in her mind as the receptionist called someone. For all Olivia knew, she was calling security, and not someone in the HR department.
    Olivia told herself that she would cross that bridge when she came to it. She told herself that she would make her complaint one way or another, and if she had to report on what had happened to her on social media, she would do it.
    The nerve of Brooke. Olivia closed her eyes and felt her stomach churning, her heart pounding as her anger rose up. The man had basically insinuated that she had slept her way to the meager position she had managed to acquire, or that she had lied about what she had accomplished so far in her life and career.
    “Ms. Price?” Olivia opened her eyes.
    “Yes?” she replied, her voice brisk with the anger she was barely able to contain.
    “The Director of Human Resources is waiting for you. I can buzz you in; it’s this door here on the right.” Olivia nodded and turned towards the door that the receptionist indicated. She heard a buzzer, heard the metallic thunk of some kind of lock turning over inside of the door, and reached out for the handle, gripping it far more firmly than she wanted to do.
    Her knees felt rubbery, her hands felt slick with sweat from the adrenaline rushing through her body. Olivia told herself to calm down; she was not going to shoot herself in the foot by sounding off before she even got to the person she needed to speak to in order to make sure that Alexander Brooke at the very least was censured by the company—put on some kind of performance review, if not fired.
    She took another deep breath and walked through the corridor, realizing that she didn’t have any real idea of where the Director of Human Resources actually worked.
    As she picked up her pace, her anger edging into anxiety that it had all been a set-up, Olivia’s thoughts were so consumed that she barely paid attention to the world around her. She didn’t hear footfalls coming from the left; she didn’t notice the soft chatter of voices in low conversation.
    She plowed ahead, determined to figure out just where the office for the Director of Human Resources was. She was beginning to think that it would be a better idea to turn around and ask who she should be looking for, when Olivia’s steps brought her to an intersection in the hall, and she found herself colliding with someone.
    *
    Robert staggered slightly as he felt the impact of whoever had plowed into him, reaching out instinctively to steady the person. It was unusual for him to run into anyone—literally or figuratively—without some kind of advance notice. He had been so involved in his conversation, that his preternaturally strong senses of hearing and smell hadn’t alerted him to the proximity of anyone coming through the adjacent hallway.
    He breathed in and a wash of pheromones flooded through him; sharp, so strong that they were almost color in his mind, Robert momentarily reeled at the second impact. Whoever he had run into had the gunpowder scent of anger, mingled with a deep, sweet-sharp musk, a slightly spicy, warm fragrance that was entirely that person’s biochemistry -- not some trick of

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