Change of Harte (Harte, #2) (Harte Series) Read Online Free

He passed her the slim piece of cream paper. She folded it, without even glancing at the figure, and placed it in her desk drawer. She looked exceptionally disheartened for someone who had just received a surprise windfall.
    ‘You must a least think about her?’ Shelly continued.
    ‘Charge your flights to the company and fly first class, of course.’
    ‘Jesus, you really are avoiding this, aren’t you?’
    ‘What date do you want to fly out? I’ll make sure Anthony is around to drop you at the airport.’
    Shelly rolled her eyes. ‘It’s fine. I’ll get a taxi.’ She glanced at the clock behind her. ‘You’re five minutes late for your meeting. Don’t you hate that?’
    Julian grimaced and nodded. ‘Yeah, course.’ He hesitated for a moment. ‘Post this for me, will you?’
    He slid the white envelope out of his back pocket and placed it on the corner of Shelly’s desk, face down. Sending his first ever Christmas card was one thing, but having a conversation about it was entirely another.
    He was halfway to the lift before he heard Shelly’s excited squeal. ‘It’s for Eva. I knew you thought about her. I fucking knew it.’

Chapter 5
    Later that afternoon, six or seven windows were open on Julian’s desktop browser, but he wasn’t concentrating on any of them. Some little shit, who was five minutes out of college, was set to be the next big thing with his new app. The kid was the goddamn Road Runner of coding; he could write the stuff faster than his peers could pull up their trousers in the morning.
    Julian called Shelly into his office and paced the floor for a good ten minutes without speaking.
    ‘We need to send him a present.’
    Shelly smiled.
    ‘It’s only polite for Ignite Technologies to recognise his genius. I think one blonde and one brunette, or do you think we should send three?’
    Shelly rolled her eyes and laughed. ‘I’m sure two will be fine. I’ll call the agency.’
    Julian snapped the phone out of her hand and breathed heavily, trying to suppress his flash of temper. ‘No prostitutes.’
    ‘But I thought… Sorry, Julian. I must have picked you up wrong. I thought you wanted to send some girls around, to…well, erm…you know.’
    ‘I plan for the little shit’s dick to get sucked so hard he forgets his own name.’
    ‘So, you do want me to call some hookers, then?’ Shelly pulled a fuck ugly confused face and Julian hoped she wouldn’t do that again.
    ‘I’m going to let it slide this time, but don’t ever mention the word hooker in front of me again. Do you understand?’
    ‘Okay. So, who then?’
    ‘There are plenty of girls who stalk my office like my cock is the answer to world fucking peace. Send two of them.’
    ‘Isn’t that kind of the same thing?’
    Julian’s eyes narrowed to almond-shaped slits. His knuckles whitened around the phone in his hands and it snapped in half, sending glass and plastic raining from his fingers. He ignored the blood trickling from his palms.
    ‘No! It’s most definitely not the same thing.’
    ‘Okay. Okay.’ Shelly nodded and pulled some tissue from her pocket and pressed it against his hands.
    ‘Greedy bitches prepared to use their body for selfish gain are not the same as someone whose body is the only tool they have to survive. Do you understand the difference?’
    Shelly nodded and pressed a little harder to stop the bleeding.
    Julian didn’t flinch. ‘Sluts and hookers are two very different things. We’re sending him the former. End of.’
    Shelly double checked Julian’s hands and walked away, most likely to find another phone.
    Julian considered he was being very reasonable. He was leaving this kid with options. Three to be exact.
The nerd would probably have his first sexual experience and it would blow his mind, so much so that he wouldn’t be able to function for a month.
The kid would enjoy a spit roast at Julian’s compliments, be inspired, and go on to create something totally fucking genius. In