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The Long Game (Long Game, #1)(138)

Author:Elena Armas

Her brown eyes inspected me, and I just blinked at her in disbelief. Thinking about what she’d said. Thinking how much sense she made. How easy it seemed when she put it like that.

“Can I have your phone?” María asked.

I handed it to her, my head still whirling.

María looked at herself in what I assumed was the camera of the device. She sighed.

“Coach Cam?” she called, and my gaze refocused on her. “Your braids suck.” She handed back my phone and I blinked at the kid. “Will you ask her to teach you?”

Like the hopeless and foolish man I was, I whispered, “When?”

And María pursed her lips, as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. “When you get her back.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Adalyn

I hated myself for the words that were about to come out of my mouth, I really did.

“Do you want to keep your job?” I squeaked, feeling even worse than I thought. “Do you even know who I am?”

“Yes.” The guy blinked. “And your access has been revoked, Miss Reyes. I can’t let you through.”

So he knew. This bastard.

This bastard. That was exactly what Cameron would have said. I’d even heard the words uttered by his voice in my head. If he was here he would—

No.

I let out a bitter laugh that soon morphed into something that sounded a lot like the start of a sob. I’d been doing that a lot today. Almost sobbing. Almost breaking. Almost calling Cameron. Almost texting Josie to beg her to apologize to the girls for me. Almost letting myself feel like I was making a mistake.

The stoic man in front of me frowned.

“Listen,” I said slowly, squaring my shoulders, lifting my chin. “I know it’s late, and it’s clear you’re just doing your job here. I applaud and thank you for that. But this is an emergency, and I know my father is here. He’s always here and his driver is right outside.” I looked at him, straight in the eye. Begging, pleading. “You need to let me through.”

He hesitated. Looked around. But then he shook his head. “I’m not going to be able to do that, Miss Reyes.”

I closed my eyes, refusing to break in front of this man.

I couldn’t believe I wasn’t being let into the place I’d worked my entire adult life. I couldn’t believe I couldn’t go into the place I had hoped for so long to own one day. I couldn’t believe my father hadn’t answered his phone any of the times I’d called. Not even once. I—

“Boss?”

My eyelids lifted, seeing a face I wasn’t expecting to be here at this time.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” Kelly continued, her heels clicking in my direction. “Whoa, what’s with the glow-up? You’re slaying the runway, boss. And the hair. Oh my God, your hair is all wild and… beautiful.”

For an instant, I looked down, taking in my jeans, boots, and overall practical wear. Then I shook my head. “Kelly,” I said, my eyes finding hers with enough gravity to make her blink. “Can you please let…”

“Billie,” the man said when I looked at him. “Ellis.”

Kelly looked over at him. “Really?”

Billie sighed. “I’m fifteen years her senior, ma’am. And the resemblance to her name is purely coincidental.”

“That is hilarious,” Kelly murmured, inspecting him and not even cracking a smile. “Are you new here?” Billie’s mouth bobbed, clearly surprised. “You’re cute. What’s your handle, not-really-billie-ellis or something like that?” She whipped out her phone. “I would—”

“Kelly,” I called, my voice desperate and tired and… hopeless, if I had to pick. “Can you explain to Mr. Ellis that I need to get through so I can deal with that emergency we talked about on the phone?” She blinked at me. “He seems to believe that my access has been revoked, but I very clearly remember being asked by my father to come here. Today.” I made a face at her. “You remember, right?”

My former assistant started nodding slowly. “Ohhhhhhh. Right. Yes.” Her head turned around, searching the empty hall, before returning her attention to us. “The emergency,” she said more confidently. “Billie, do you want to be the guy who didn’t let the big boss’s daughter in during the”—she lifted her hands, slicing the air—“major-est crisis of the year?”

Billie frowned, but some pink spread across his cheeks.