I wondered if Cara was the eyes and ears in this place. Typically, secretaries talked. If there was a bitchy boss, I wondered how much information was shared between them.
“Let me ask you something,” I whispered as I leaned on Cara’s desk to be close enough not to be overheard.
“Anything you want, handsome.” She gazed up at me.
“Natasha. Good person or bad? I think I know the answer.”
“Nothing but bad there.”
“How bad?” I asked as I rubbed my chin.
“She’d sell her own mother for personal gain. She’s the worst there is here. No one likes her, and poor Ms. True has to work with her. They’re both in line for partnership. It’s dog-eat-dog, and I worry Natasha will do anything to win.”
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” I said even though I didn’t know how in the fuck I’d do that. But I knew that if Natasha were involved, I wouldn’t let her destroy Race.
“Who are you, Morgan?” she asked as she rested her chin in her palm, giving me dreamy eyes.
“I may be done before anything gets started.”
“Well, isn’t that confusing?”
“If you see me again, I’ll answer it. Right now, everything is in the air.”
“Don’t let her run,” she whispered. “She needs a tight leash, that one.” Cara covered her mouth. “Don’t ever tell her I said that.”
I ran my fingers across my lips and replied, “My lips are sealed.”
“Cara!” a voice yelled from the other side of the closed door.
She sighed, pushing back from the desk. “You better go before we get ourselves in trouble.”
I nodded. I liked Cara. I felt like we could be good friends. “I’m out. Nice chatting with you, Cara.”
“Any time, handsome. Come back, ya hear?” She waved before disappearing into Race’s office.
As soon as I exited the building, I dialed Johnny. “Hey, this is Race’s friend from the other day.”
“Hi, son. What can I do for you?” he asked.
“Race is going to call you tonight. I need a favor.”
“Anything you or Race need, I’m there for you.”
“Here’s what I need you to do for me,” I said before setting my plan into motion.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I’m Coming, STFU
Race
After I changedinto a pair of black track pants, a formfitting, black tank top, and matching sneakers, I headed for the door. I probably looked like a complete fool, but I couldn’t exactly show up in my business suit.
For once, I got out of the office on time.
I walked toward my car, feeling the summer sun beating down against my clothing as it scorched my skin underneath.
Me: I’m on my way.
