Forever and Ever, My Greek Billionaire(13)

“You have nothing to apologize for, sir.” Willow wasn’t surprised that her new boss knew about it at well. Based on her research, Willem de Konigh was the most security-conscious among his family and was rather infamous for the way he strictly monitored every member of his clan. It was also rumored to extend to his employees, something she was beginning to experience for herself.

“I had thought about warning you and Stavros,” Willem continued, “but in the end, it was your private business. Interference of any kind would have set an unwanted precedent and may make other individuals in my employ harbor erroneous assumptions.”

Willow was blinking in awe by the time Willem finished. All that just to say that her personal shit was not to interfere with work? She said sincerely, “You really are the smoothest-talking bastard in the world.” A lot of newspapers had referred to him that way when quoting analysts, and now she had seen it for herself.

“Thank you, I think,” Willem answered dryly. Raising a brow at Serenity, he asked, “Now, what was it that you didn’t want Ms. Somerset to say to whom?”

Shiiiiit.

This man was definitely not to be underestimated. Thinking hastily, Willow said, “It’s nothing serious, Mr. de Konigh. Your PA was just afraid you’re going to fire me if you learn the truth.”

Gesturing for them to precede him in boarding the yacht, Willem questioned, “And the truth is?”

Beside her, Willow heard Serenity hold her breath. She said baldly, “I want to kill Ingrid Mendel.”

Serenity tripped at her answer, but fortunately their employer was there to catch her. Willow watched the two intently and was beyond impressed at the way Serenity was able to keep her composure even after the guy she was in love with had touched her all of a sudden. If she had been in the other girl’s shoes, she would have completely given herself away in the first five seconds alone.

Willem was frowning. “It’s those shoes.” His tone was coldly disapproving. “You shouldn’t be wearing such high heels.”

“They are new,” Serenity acknowledged, “but I hope to master them in a week’s time.”

“It’s a safety hazard, that’s what it is,” Willem muttered. “I don’t even know why you’re wearing them. You used to hate heels.”

Serenity tactfully changed the subject, glancing at Willow as she asked, “Ms. Somerset, will I need to pose additional security around Ms. Mendel?”

Her jaw dropped. Was that a joke? She tested the waters, saying, “How about you pose additional security around Stavros to keep Ingrid Mendel away from him, and I can guarantee everyone’s safety on board?”

Serenity deadpanned, “It’s a deal, Ms. Somerset.”

Oh my God, blonde robots knew how to joke!

The words again escaped Willow before she could stop them.

Shiiiiiit.

But instead of firing her, Willem only released a rare bark of laughter. “I’m glad you two get along well. Most others tend to hate Serenity for being perfect.”

“Yeah, well, she kinda grows on you after some time,” Willow said.

Willem laughed again, but Serenity only cocked her head to the side. “How generous, Ms. Somerset.”

Willem checked his watch. “The guests should be arriving anytime now. Show her the ropes, will you, Sere?”

“Ms. Raleigh, please, and of course, Mr. de Konigh.”

When Willem had left them alone, Serenity said immediately, “Don’t.”

“I haven’t even said anything.” But Willow couldn’t stop herself from grinning.

“Just please don’t.”

“Serenity looooooves her boss,” Willow sang. “There. I got it out of my system now.” But it was too late, the younger girl leaving her, and Willow laughingly went after her. “Sorry, I won’t say it again, I promise.”

Serenity didn’t answer, only quickening her steps as she made her way below deck.

Following behind her, Willow asked eagerly, “Can I include you in the biography? I won’t even mention your name. It will be like a blind item, and the readers are going to love it.” She was virtually rubbing her hands in glee at the idea and mentally counting book sales. New York Times, here I come again.

As they entered the yacht’s state-of-the-art kitchen, Serenity looked at Willow over her shoulder. She said with a smile, “No.”

Willow groaned. “But the readers are really going to love it.”

“You are so money-oriented, Ms. Somerset.”

The words were probably meant to be an insult, but they only served to heighten Willow’s admiration. “How do you do that?”