Read Online Five Minutes Late: A Billionaire Romance by Sonora Seldon - Free Book Online

He was a little nuts and all, but nothing inappropriate happened, I swear.”
    Well, he had made some seriously inappropriate suggestions, sure, but this didn’t seem like the time to bring that up.
    “I believe you – Mr. Killane’s scary and more than a little out there, but he would never use his position to mistreat a woman. It’s just … he’s just not like that. I don’t pretend to understand him, Ms. Daniels, but I do know he’s a good man.”
    She paused, chewed at her glossy lower lip, and then added, “In his own way.”
    One floor away from our destination, the doors slid open and two executives in charcoal-grey suits swept into the elevator. They glanced at me, they shook their heads, and the taller one sighed. Then they both turned their backs on us, they made a silent decision that the elevator doors were ever so fascinating, and they stared at the doors as if Dana and I had never existed.
    Moments later, the elevator hummed to a stop. Dana pulled herself together, drew her shoulders up, and put her game face on. She stepped closer to me, but never met my eyes as she whispered, “Mr. Killane will explain everything to you, Ms. Daniels, and I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
    One of the suits muttered, “I bet.”
    When the doors slid open, Dana led the way across the hall and into the outer office where she did her receptionist thing. She sent the two jerks from the elevator straight on into Mr. Killane’s office, where the hum of voices coming from the open door indicated that several people were already in the presence of the Chief Executive Psycho.
    When the door closed behind them, Dana nodded to the small row of hard, unforgiving metal chairs opposite her desk.
    “Ms. Daniels, just take a seat and I’ll let Mr. Killane know you’re here.”
    Without enlightening me any further on the subject of just what I was here for – was I fired, about to fired, about to be drawn and quartered, or what? – she stepped into Mr. Killane’s office and pulled the door shut behind her.
    I sat there, I held onto my box of stuff, and I took a deep breath.
    Focus, girl – whatever the hell kind of insanity awaits you in there, you won’t be able to handle it if your thoughts keep scurrying in six different directions like a squirrel on crack.
    Before I could make much of a start on calming down and figuring this thing out, the door to Mr. Killane’s office opened, but it wasn’t Dana returning.
    Instead, an older guy – seventy, maybe? – slipped into the outer office and closed the door behind him. He wore a pinstriped ebony suit that couldn’t have cost a penny more than the Hope Diamond, his waves of crisply styled white hair made him look like a massively upscale version of Alfred the Butler, and yet somehow the total affect was reassuring and real, as if he was somebody’s kindly old grandpa who just happened to be a corporate mover and shaker.
    Oh yeah, and also a Jedi master – maybe it was the calm in his faded blue eyes or just the stately way he strolled past me, but he definitely had that ‘wisdom of the universe’ vibe going on.
    The old man started to head out into the hallway, but then he stopped and turned to face me.
    He smiled. I still didn’t know what was going on, but I did know this was the first person I’d met here in the upper regions who’d smiled at me, just as if I were a regular person. Wow.
    “Miss, for what it’s worth, I think you may be good for him. Devon needs someone real around him, someone to ground him. I hope you’re that person.”
    I had never in my life heard anyone dare to call Mr. Killane by his first name. Who was this guy?
    Just as I was getting up the courage to say something, he sighed.
    “Sadly, you probably won’t last long – his personal assistants never do. But do your best for him, will you? He deserves that much, poor boy.”
    His WHAT?
    My mind went blank. My mouth was going strictly on automatic as I looked up at Old Mystery Guy