Call It Business ( Book 3 of 'Call It' Series )

Chapter 41 | The Oddest Skills

It was a balmy afternoon when Macy realized that being a Blanchard was a part-time job. Did you want to check your emails for that newsletter for the paranormal mystery of the week? Too bad. It's filled with invitations now, and one of them is from Kylie Hills, Eloise's backstabber and former second-in-command back their high school cliché. It wasn't like she'd lost her mind but joining a garden club with pretentious people and a possible murder mystery in one of its gardens sounded fun. She was almost tempted. Almost. Even though she didn't have a garden and was too busy solving another series of murders in which her fake mom was possibly framed.

Only if it had ended with those ridiculous club invitations.

Did you want to record an episode for your podcast? You had to turn your phone off, which resulted in Bernard knocking on your door ten minutes later as if the possibilities were you'd gotten eaten by a closet monster.

What about watching a movie? Hugo the hotel manager from Barcelona called to ask your professional opinion on something about the color palette of the upcoming event because your villainous husband hadn't answered his phone.

So, you had no option but to check on him. The same man, who was too busy to answer Hugo's existential dilemma on red and silver, answered you in a split second with the world's most calm and collected 'Miss Wallace'

Miss Wallace wouldn't call him right now! She would be too busy having fun! Mrs. Blanchard-Wallace, on the other hand, already needed a vacation. In an uncharted island! Up in a mountain.

"Another zombie apocalypse is occurring," she deadpanned, propping the phone against her ear and shoulder as she scrambled on her spot on the sofa to pet Foxy, "Come here."

"Are these zombies a new take or the classic?" he replied, the hesitancy in his stupid voice almost bringing a laugh to her lips.

"What?" She inquired, not expecting him to be a zombie expert.

"Are they fast or incredibly slow? Can they speak?" He questioned drily despite the smirk in his voice, "How long can you hold them off? I'm in a meeting."

"It's not like I believe in fast zombies," She blurted out with a shrug, "But they are most likely from Kylie Hills' garden club for pretentious ladies with colorful hats."

She could almost see him grimace at that through the silence on the line before he mumbled, "Sounds way more dangerous than I assumed," he chuckled, "Why don't you come here?"

Now, that sounded appealing.

"You are in a meeting," she pointed out. Her fingers halted on Foxy's soft fur and caused him to raise his hand to demand the attention back, "Too busy to answer calls from Barcelona."

"And when has that ever stopped you?" he mocked, voice low and defying.

"Never," she replied in blatant honesty, "I love meetings and annoying you."

"Then, I'll be waiting," the villain replied, his usual, annoying smirk audible in his note.

It turned out there were two reasons for that invitation.

One of them was:

So. Many. Presents.

Anyone, who walked into the magazine, would assume they were throwing a Christmas party. Apparently, Cameron had treated the villain's glass office like a tree since every wedding gift had been perfectly lined up on his desk and coffee table, creating a colorful tower.

The reason two revealed itself a few minutes later.

With Bernard annoyingly following her around since the moment she'd stepped out of her apartment, Macy watched Gerard order him to take everything to the penthouse. That was how she understood the whole point of him calling her over here was just a ruse for bringing Bernard into the office to do his bidding while... the villain took over the guarding mission.