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

Chapter 81 | Wedding Bells

The gods, spirits, or whatever invisible and powerful being responsible for the next disastrous days showed absolutely no mercy. No matter how hard they ignored the call for the world's most boring adventure, it kept knocking on their door, both physically and emotionally.

It was three o'clock, and Macy was perfectly fine at the magazine. After distracting her frantic mind swimming in theories by indulging in the office gossip at the lunch break with Cameron, she was planning the first episodes of the magazine's podcast. While the villain didn't verbally tell her that an episode about the possibly mind-controlled celebrities wouldn't exactly suit in the magazine, she took a precaution and revolved around the fun conspiracy to arrive at 'Is this person mind-controlled or actually a misogynist prick?' 

Not with that exact words, but they got the point. At least, the villain did because his jade gaze lifted from his laptop to meet hers from the end of the table during the meeting, and that damned smirk made it onto his lips again. Macy knew it was unintentional because he ran his knuckles over his mouth next to hide it.

New conspiracy: Was she mind-controlled or just hate this stupid man on such an embarrassing level that her heart did that dangerous flip again?

"Your Excellency," Cameron spoke across the long conference table, raising his hand and drawing the villain's penetrating attention to himself. Clearing his throat, he continued, "I have to ask this question on behalf of everyone because they keep pestering me to do so."

"Who is everyone?" Gerard inquired, a frown taking over his face as Cameron waved a hand around to gesture to the people at the table before pointing his thumb back to show the rest of the magazine. The villain's gaze narrowed, his jaw working slightly. "And why do they feel like they need an ambassador for asking me a question?"

Ben, the interior design editor, shot him an apologetic smile. "Well, we actually didn't think Cameron would ask this in the middle of the meeting, and we were hoping he could ask you during a private conversation," he said.

"It was a trivial question," Amanda, the shopping editor, exasperated, sending a scolding look at the unperturbed Cameron. "And since Cam doesn't hold himself back for those and barges into your office—"

"What is the question?" Macy interrupted, the puzzlement deepening on her features and earning herself a vague, grateful look from the villain since he'd already sensed the upcoming bickering.

"It was—" Amanda tried to continue.

"Are we all invited to the wedding for real or did you accidentally send the whole building the invitations?" Cameron completed his task in one breath and shot a haughty grin at Amanda. He turned to Gerard's scowl to elaborate, "I mean, I'm obviously invited, but I'm asking it for everyone else, who doesn't have a royal title here."

The villain watched him as if he was an alien coming from an unknown galaxy, also the tight line of his jaw also implied that he thought he was an idiot. Macy didn't think any of those, taking over by one and only word.

"Invitations?" She repeated, her jaw dropping slightly as her fist with the coin was arrested in midair after catching the coin. "What invitations?"

"The wedding invitations, Barbarella. Keep up," Cameron scolded her with a grimace, rolling his eyes before turning to Gerard again.

Her eyebrows knitting together in frustration and the apparent betrayal, Macy darted her gaze at the villain as well, telepathically communicating to him to ask when the hell he sent everyone invitations. She thought they were on the quest of avoiding this wedding-at-all-costs together!

Despite not meeting her glare, Gerard seemed to have the same question since his cold mask cracked with an exasperated, low sigh before the pressure of expectant stares aimed at him.