The Billionaire And His Boss
Six weeks later…
Alex looked around his new apartment with satisfaction. This place, with its nondescript decor and discount-house furniture, was a far cry from his pad in the city, but he didn't mind. He didn't need fancy digs. Never had. The only reason he lived where and how he did was because it was expected of him in his position as the director of the Harrison Hunt Foundation.
Thinking about the foundation, he frowned. He'd put out every fire, assigned as many tasks as he could to others and taken care of everything else he could think of before telling his staff he was taking an extended leave of absence. And he knew his assistant, Martha Oliver, affectionately called Marti by all who knew her well, could be trusted to handle ninety-nine percent of anything else that might come up.
But it was that other one percent that worried Alex. Still, he was only a ninety-minute drive from downtown Seattle, and in an emergency, Marti could reach him on his cell and know he'd come as soon as possible. In fact, she'd been texting him religiously, keeping him up to date on everything. Alex made a mental note to give her a hefty bonus when this situatio ... read full excerpt from: The Billionaire and His Boss ebook
