Page 40 of The October Arrangement

“Dad, I told —”

William put his hand up. “Doesn’t matter, Simon. You should have just told her to come up. It was good to see you again, Bella. I have work to do.”

“Thank you, William.” I smiled.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He walked out of the office.

Simon walked over to his desk and set down the folder he was carrying.

“This office is really nice. It’s very you.”

“What does that mean?” he asked.

“Everything is perfectly organized and matches. It’s very controlled.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being organized,” he said.

“I didn’t say there was.”

“You said ‘controlled.’”

“Because it is. Just like your penthouse.”

He shot me a look and sat behind his desk.

“The view from up here is amazing. I don’t think I’d ever get any work done. I’d just sit here all day and stare out the window.”

“That’s probably why you don’t have an office on the thirty-eighth floor,” he said.

“There he is.” I grinned.

“Who?” His brows furrowed.

“The asshole I live with.”

“Very funny, Bella.”

I walked over and sat on the dark brown leather couch.

“So, this is where Simon Montclair rules his empire.”

“I don’t rule an empire.”

“Your last name is plastered all over this building, Simon.”

“It’s a company, Bella.”

“Your company.”

“My father’s company. But it will be mine once he retires.”

I stood up from my chair and walked to the wall displaying several architectural models.

“Is this one of yours?” I pointed.

“Yes,” he said.

“Where is it located?”