Chapter 76

Rainer's POV

Berger held up his hands and laughed. "Good luck with that," he said. 

"I'll take a rain check on dinner, but I'm for sure putting my money on September. That's right, there's a betting pool on your high-society wedding, and I'm going to win it. Gotta keep that yacht afloat!" 

I refrained from punching my friend and now former-colleague. Instead, I hit the stairwell and headed back to my office. 

All I wanted was to see Tasha, but it was doubtful she'd ever come to my office again. I slammed the door. 

"Mr. Maxwell?" a faint voice called through the door. I tore it back open. "I'm so sorry, Topher," I told my assistant. 

"You probably have a few questions." My eager assistant was unfazed by the business upset. He came into my office with a clipboard and his resume all printed out and ready to go. 

"I don't want to bother you, just offer my application for any of your future endeavors." I shook my he