Her Billionaire Secret: Part 4: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Read Online Free Page A
Author: Jenna Chase, Elise Kelby
voices went silent as she walked down the length of the room with Isabella and Fran following closely behind. Head held high and immaculately styled, she knew her image was so close to that of her mother that everyone in the room would be making a comparison.
She intended it to be that way. She wanted to show the world, make them understand, that Fay Tyler was no longer a child. No longer someone to mess with. She headed towards the small stage on which stood three chairs and a table. The only sounds in the room were the footsteps made by her small group.
Taking a seat, she didn't lift her head until both other women took their seats on either side of her.
Then slowly, ever so slowly, in the exact manner her mother had taught her, she lifted her gaze. With the attitude of someone to be reckoned with, she scanned the room with a slight smile on her face.
As Isabella Price talked through the terms of the agreement their companies had signed, Claire continued to hold their gaze, looking at each journalist for a few seconds before moving on to the next in the row.
“Miss Tyler will only answer questions which are not deemed an invasion of the privacy and dignity of her, her family, and friends. As per the signed agreement I have received from each of your publishing companies, you will not attempt to interview her or her friends and family outside the designated press conferences to which you now have access.”
There was a shuffling among some of the journalists but not a word uttered.
“There will be no photography at this session. Six photographs will be issued, four of them of Miss Fay Tyler and two from her personal collection showing her with her late mother.” The interest in the room intensified. The family had never released any images. “May I remind you,” Isabella continued, “these pictures remain the property of Miss Tyler and you cannot sell them on. Your magazines are in the unique position of having access to images never published before. If you do not adhere to the terms of the agreement, you will not be invited to any future press conferences with Miss Tyler and legal redress will be taken.”
Claire knew she had the advantage. None of the journalists had been allowed to bring a photographer along.
“Finally, for now, if any of you object to this press conference being recorded you should leave” Isabella pointed to the cameras strategically placed around the room. “This interview is being filmed and the digital records will be held securely in the vaults of Stanford and Henderson Law.”
No one moved as Isabella waited patiently for any response. None came.
“This press conference will now commence. You may ask questions for a total of fifteen minutes, one question at a time.”
***
TEVIS
Tevis sat upright in the chair as he watched Claire on the monitor. He hadn't seen her since she’d left Erland's house with Sam close on her heels. He studied her hungrily, taking in the immaculate makeup, the styling, and the way she held herself. Kathryn Tyler had died ten years earlier but she'd left behind a young girl who had grown into a woman who was as dignified and as talented as she ever was.
Fay Tyler was stunningly beautiful. Within hours her face would grace the cover of every magazine represented in the room next door. But Tevis knew none of the photographs would do Claire justice, even though the new ones had been commissioned with a top photographer. The face he loved was the one he'd woken up to each morning they'd been together. The face that had crinkled in laughter at him. The face that studied the world around her as if she was imagining her own photographs.
He smiled at her wit and at the way she handled the people in the next room. At the end of fifteen minutes she had them laughing and falling in love with her. But Tevis knew the depth of her fear, saw the slight hesitations and recognised them for what they were. Everyone else in the room did not. It was a
She intended it to be that way. She wanted to show the world, make them understand, that Fay Tyler was no longer a child. No longer someone to mess with. She headed towards the small stage on which stood three chairs and a table. The only sounds in the room were the footsteps made by her small group.
Taking a seat, she didn't lift her head until both other women took their seats on either side of her.
Then slowly, ever so slowly, in the exact manner her mother had taught her, she lifted her gaze. With the attitude of someone to be reckoned with, she scanned the room with a slight smile on her face.
As Isabella Price talked through the terms of the agreement their companies had signed, Claire continued to hold their gaze, looking at each journalist for a few seconds before moving on to the next in the row.
“Miss Tyler will only answer questions which are not deemed an invasion of the privacy and dignity of her, her family, and friends. As per the signed agreement I have received from each of your publishing companies, you will not attempt to interview her or her friends and family outside the designated press conferences to which you now have access.”
There was a shuffling among some of the journalists but not a word uttered.
“There will be no photography at this session. Six photographs will be issued, four of them of Miss Fay Tyler and two from her personal collection showing her with her late mother.” The interest in the room intensified. The family had never released any images. “May I remind you,” Isabella continued, “these pictures remain the property of Miss Tyler and you cannot sell them on. Your magazines are in the unique position of having access to images never published before. If you do not adhere to the terms of the agreement, you will not be invited to any future press conferences with Miss Tyler and legal redress will be taken.”
Claire knew she had the advantage. None of the journalists had been allowed to bring a photographer along.
“Finally, for now, if any of you object to this press conference being recorded you should leave” Isabella pointed to the cameras strategically placed around the room. “This interview is being filmed and the digital records will be held securely in the vaults of Stanford and Henderson Law.”
No one moved as Isabella waited patiently for any response. None came.
“This press conference will now commence. You may ask questions for a total of fifteen minutes, one question at a time.”
***
TEVIS
Tevis sat upright in the chair as he watched Claire on the monitor. He hadn't seen her since she’d left Erland's house with Sam close on her heels. He studied her hungrily, taking in the immaculate makeup, the styling, and the way she held herself. Kathryn Tyler had died ten years earlier but she'd left behind a young girl who had grown into a woman who was as dignified and as talented as she ever was.
Fay Tyler was stunningly beautiful. Within hours her face would grace the cover of every magazine represented in the room next door. But Tevis knew none of the photographs would do Claire justice, even though the new ones had been commissioned with a top photographer. The face he loved was the one he'd woken up to each morning they'd been together. The face that had crinkled in laughter at him. The face that studied the world around her as if she was imagining her own photographs.
He smiled at her wit and at the way she handled the people in the next room. At the end of fifteen minutes she had them laughing and falling in love with her. But Tevis knew the depth of her fear, saw the slight hesitations and recognised them for what they were. Everyone else in the room did not. It was a
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