The Final Seduction (The Billionaire's Way) Book 3 Read Online Free PDF Page A

have this interview be about him. I need to deflect. My mind races at a thousand miles a minute. I look at this anchor who seems ready to tear me apart.
     
    “I already told you that I am not commenting on it,” I say in a more stern tone.
     
    Lenna’s smile disappears from her face. Uh oh. I just realized that I made a mistake. She is a pro. She is coming in for the kill. “Okay, if you are not going to address what happened to J.T. Marcos, let’s talk about you. Less than a month ago, you started a job at the Peak Fund. Today, you are dating the billionaire owner. How did you make that happen?”
     
    “I didn’t make that happen. We just fell for each other,” I say defensively.
     
    “So did you come on to him or did he come on to you?”
     
    “We were mutually attracted to each other.”
     
    “Oh come on. You’re telling me a billionaire hedge fund CEO just happened to scoop you up from the secretarial pool like a Cinderella story. Now, you are an attractive woman. But you are not - and let me just be honest here - a supermodel.”
    “Well, you are not a serious reporter. Look at all of the problems in the Middle East, the housing crisis in the U.S., the problems in the economy, the trouble in the Eurozone. Do they not give you the serious stories or do you just interview New York Socialites!” I ask angrily.
     
    “Young lady. I’ve been to Afghanistan. I’ve been shot at in Egypt. I’ve covered famine in the Sudan. What have you done in your life beside bed a billionaire?!” the female anchor asks sternly.
     
    “Well, I can tell you this. At least my career is not taking a tragic slide down into irrelevance.”
     
    “You know what. You can get off of my show right now,” Lenna Thomson says as she points to the exit.
     
    I think of what my publicist said to me. “ Do not walk out on the interview. Do not walk out on the interview. ”
     
    I look at the female anchor. “I’m not leaving. If you don’t like the interview, then you can leave.”
     
    At that moment, Lenna Thomson takes off her microphone and walks away from the interview. I am just sitting there holding my bottle of water wondering what the hell is going on.
     
    “We’re in commercial!” the director yells as producers and production assistants frantically chase after the news anchor.
     
    “I’m not talking to that little bitch! Fuck this!” Lenna yells as she storms off of the set. My publicists grabs me and hustles me out of the studio.
     
    We rush out into the atrium of the Time Warner Center. “What happened?” I ask my publicist.
     
    “I have never had that happen before in my life,” Emily says.
     
    “What do I do?”
    Emily smiles. “You do nothing. The entire media is going to be focused on Lenna Thomas. She was the one who walked off on her own show.” The publicist puts her arm around me and says, “Congratulations. After that, no one is going to remember what happened to the director at Mr. Peak’s townhouse.”
     
    I feel so proud of myself. At this point, nothing can stop me. “Come on. Let’s tell Mr. Peak. He is going to be so proud of me!” I exclaim as we take the elevators to the forty-second floor.
     
    Emily gets on the phone and receives an update from her office.
     
    “The blogs are already putting up the video of the interview. We’re on the front page of Gawker, TMZ and PerezHilton.com. This is going to make you even bigger than before,” Emily tells me as the elevators open up at Mr. Peak’s office.
     
    Wow. I feel like I the most unstoppable person in New York. I skip down the hall to Mr. Peak’s lair. I swing open the door to my boss’s office. Mr. Peak is sitting behind his desk, reading the Wall Street Journal when I bounce inside.
     
    “Mission accomplished, Sir!” I proclaim as Mr. Peak looks up from his paper. He seems surprised and annoyed that I would just pop in like this. But hell, I have good reason to intrude on Mr. Peak’s day.
     
    Emily is not as