“You’re fucking dragging sand and seawater all over the place!” I barked. “You’re this fucking late and you didn’t even change?”
“Who’re you proposing to?” he asked, ignoring me entirely.
Maverick raised his hand. “Yeah, I’ve been sitting here the whole time and I also have that question.”
“It’s perfect,” Huxley said. “If she’s ingrained into our entire business and then Harley announces, publicly, that he’s in love with her and wants to marry her, Malia will have no choice but to back off. When it was just any woman, Dante had the leverage to wedge Malia in, but if they were actually together. That’s good TV.”
“I’ll marry her, get the company out of Dante’s name, and dad’s for that matter, and then we’re home free.”
"But you aren’t actually together,” Keaton commented.
Delvin clapped his hands. “And that’s Keaton with the obvious.”
“I’m not yet, but if we all work on her slowly, we can get her,” Harley said.
Maverick crossed his arms. “So you want us to try and get with her?”
“It’s not open season,” Huxley said, “but if she falls for even one of us, that’s the opening we need.”
“Yeah, it would be a miracle for her to want to hop into bed with any of us with our museum of kinks. You two,” Quenten started, pointing at Harley and Huxley, “tag-team. Jett has his vampire-bite thing.” I cleared my throat at the mention of my personal kink for sinking my teeth into a woman’s neck until she submitted to my demands. “Keaton’s into bondage, and Maverick and his--”
“Alright!” Maverick through his hands in the air. “You don’t need to air out all our dirty laundry.”
“You act like the media hasn’t done that already,” Rogan replied.
“I agree with Quentin, don’t think it’s going to work, but I’m willing to give it a try,” Delvin said. “If we don’t figure this Malia/Dante thing out we’re fucked anyway, so why not.”
“Sadie really threw a wrench in our plan with her whole ‘femme fatale’ thing,” I said.
Keaton snickered, shoving a burrito into his face. “Heh, do you think Dante sent Sadie to sabotage us hiring Alexa?”
Everyone’s heads shifted dramatically towards him, unable to believe that none of us had thought of that.
“Fuck,” I said, “we’re going to have to be even more on guard than we originally realized.”
6
Alexa
“Wait, what?!”
I stared at the email that Garrett, Huxley’s assistant, sent me late the night before. I’d just woken up and seen it marked as ‘Urgent’ with the subject line ‘Read Immediately: An INSANE Offer.’
Dear Miss Storm,
It was a pleasure to meet you and show you around the studio yesterday. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone turn down three Foxxes in a row. You must be some sort of superhuman.
Well, I’ve got some news for you that was a shock, even for me. The Foxxes want to offer you a complete package, not just at their news network, but at their entire company. You would still be the head anchor on their news channel, but for the remainder of your job, you would be the spokesperson for the entire Foxx brand. You would make $250,000 a year, with the full benefits and perks as they have been explained to you already, and you would be heavily involved in the other branches of the Foxx Company including their modeling agency owned by Jett, who you already met, and Rogan Foxx, the record label owned by Maverick and Delvin Foxx, and the event planning business owned by Quentin and Keaton Foxx.
Alexa, I’m saying this as a person and not as someone who works for the Foxxes. You don’t know them as well as you think you do. You won’t regret accepting this position, trust me.
I know you probably need time to think about it, so sleep on it and let me know how you’re feeling tomorrow. The Foxxes anxiously await your response.
Take care!
Garrett
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I knew that I’d made a name for myself in the last few years, but couldn’t figure out for the life of me why they would offer me so much.
I sat at my computer in total silence, just taking in the offer. With everything they were offering me, it was going to be way more than the $350,000 that Sadie had offered to find me. Maybe the gods were revoking their sign. Was I meant to go and work for the Foxx family, not just to become an anchor, but to become a huge, critical part of their brand?
My phone rang and snapped me from my thoughts.
“Oh!” I smiled when I saw who was calling. I answered it, completely forgetting for a moment my shock over the Foxxes offer. “Hey!” It was my favorite person in the whole world, my older brother, Axel.
Axel chuckled. “Hi. How are you?”
Weird question to answer right now. “Um, interesting.”