One task I do each day is to compile all the reports his senior team sends in and share in one document with a summary.So, I’m becoming quite familiar with the Crown Plaza development and all the challenges.
Namely, protesters who are against it.
And of course, the sheikh who has pulled his funding.I assume that’s why he’s been invited to next week’s event—which never existed until this week.I’ve heard the marketing girls complaining Sebastian is asking them to pull magic out of their asses.
But they’re doing it.
It’s the protests that are interesting to me.They don’t like how much green space is being taken away, and that children in the neighborhood won’t have somewhere close to play.Parents will have to travel farther to reach a park in the small amount of time they have off.
They’re calling it a big, ugly development that will destroy the current family culture of the area.That the multiple bars and restaurants planned will attract undesirable people and behaviors.
Their complaints seem reasonable to me.
Doesn’t Sebastian care?
Surely he has some responsibility as a developer to consider the impacts on people who live in the areas he builds in...then again, a man who cheats on his fiancée is hardly a man of ethics.
Since making it clear that I know, Sebastian has mostly steered clear of me the past two days.I’m glad.
Tonight, I’m heading out for Friday drinks with Terri and Donna from reception.Who I won’t be sharing any details with.
Mental note: zip your lips.
However, last night, Lexi and I FaceTimed and I told her everything.
“What...what?The guy from the plane is your boss.He’s engaged.Jesus F Christ.”Lexi gasped.“Start at the top.”
I propped the phone on my knee, drew in a breath and blew it out, then did exactly that.
“Lexi, you should have seen my face.And seen his!I walk into my boss’s office on day one, and there he was.The damn CEO.Sebastian.Not Bastian.”I told her dramatically.“When the HR manager left, he starts freaking out and tells me I can’t work for him.As if the entire thing is my fault.”
“I mean, I’m sure it’s uncomfortable.But what about his fiancée?He took your number.”
Yeah, that ship had sailed.
“I’m just trying to keep my job.He’s making it very difficult, but I refuse to let this send me packing and proving my father right.”
“God no.”
“He made up some new dress code for the office because he thought my blouse was too revealing!”
Silence.
“Was it?”Lexi asks.
“No!It was a normal blouse.The buttons were done up.His creepy eyes were trying to get an eyeful.That’s not my fault.”
She’s quiet again.
“I think he likes you, Em.”
Pfft.
“Clearly.He let me suck his cock,” I muttered.“But I’m sure he likes his fiancée, too.Creep.Dick.”
“Asshole.”
That was why I needed my best friend.To crap talk about Sebastian and feel better about myself.
