I step out of the rental car, pressing my phone to my ear as I look up at the building in front of me. "How's she doing?"
Hugo sighs on the other line. "Not great, Mr. Kapadia. She's out for a walk right now, but she isn't herself."
"She's walking alone?"
"You'd think I'd let her roam alone?" he asks, his tone offended. "No, I've followed her. She just doesn't know it."
I let out a hum of approval. "Thanks, Hugo. I appreciate it."
"Want to talk about what happened?"
I scoff, shielding my eyes from the California sun. "Absolutely not."
"Understood," he clips. "Is there a reason Miss Joshi is talking to your friend Camden?"
I smile, despite how hollow I feel inside. That's my girl. It doesn't shock me that she'd use this time away from me to follow her dreams. There's nothing I want more for her than that. I just hope her dreams still lead back to me. "Because she's stubborn as hell," I answer truthfully.
Even if Camden gave her a chance to speak with him as a favor to me, that'd be as far as a favor would go from him. Her work would have to do the talking to keep him interested. It appears she got rid of the middle man—me—and found a way to get Camden's attention herself.
"Got it. I'll make sure she makes it back to your place safely, Mr. Kapadia."
"Thank you, Hugo. I'll check back in later."
I end the call and slide the phone into the inner pocket of my suit. My eyes focus on the brick building in front of me. It doesn't take long for my footsteps to eat the distance from my parking spot to the entrance.
A brunette sits at a large desk. She smiles appreciatively at me. "Welcome to Booth and Associates. How can I help you?"
I give her my most charming smile. "I'm actually here for a meeting. I'm running a few minutes behind so you wouldn't mind if I rushed back there, would you?"
She looks uneasy at first, her eyes glancing at her computer monitor. "If I could just know who you're seeing, I could call them and let them know you've arrived..."
"I'd really appreciate it if you just let me go back."
She nods, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Okay," she responds anxiously. "As long as they're already aware you were coming."
I don't want for her to change her mind. People watch me carefully as I look for a familiar face. I hadn't lied when I said I had business here in San Jose. I do have a meeting for Kapadiatech. It just isn't until this afternoon.
More importantly—it's time I pay my little brother a visit.
I haven't forgotten the reason shit hit the fan the way it did. He's got some sins it's time for him to atone to.
I hear him before I see him. He laughs with a group of men. His laugh is too fake—like he's trying too hard. Trying too hard is really the story of his life.
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Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn
FanfictionIn the bustling city of LA, I was a struggling graphic designer who had finally made peace with the idea of staying single for life. However, life had other plans for me as I suddenly found myself boarding a private jet to New York to get engaged to...