Yeah, the upper management had questionable decision-making skills. Look how they got saddled with Sasha, the not-so-real ME.
That made Gene want to beVERYcareful when it came to this ME.
Once burned.
Twice shy.
As the man worked, Gene focused on Corbin, wrangling him away from the ME.
“What the fuck, Corby?” he asked.
The man kept his voice down.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is it uncomfortable to have to listen to two people flirt nonstop?”
Gene wanted to slap the shit out of him.
“Corbin, use the gray matter between your ears. Why the hell are you giving us more problems?” he asked.
He looked surprised.
“What are you talking about?”
Gene was to the point.
“I didn’t introduce you and have you act like an idiot because what do you think will happen when your name shows up in a report with us both being here at a gay resort?”
He waited.
And it wasn’t registering, so Gene told him.
“Gabe will take back the offer for you to work with us if he thinks you and I are having sex! You literally just put a bulls-eye on your brand-new liaison job! He won’t care from my angle, but he’s certainly going to be angsty from yours!”
Oh, holy shit.
“Oh, no,” he muttered.
Yeah, exactly.
“So say nothing and don’t be drawing attention to yourself. If Lucas ever talks to Gabe, and he asks about us, your name can’t come up. It’s not just myself and Ethan under fire here, but now you too!”
Oh, crap.
“I didn’t think about that.”
Gene shook his head.
“This is chess. You have to be ten moves ahead when it comes to Gabriel Rothschild. Don’t play checkers when the stakes are high.”
He got it.
“Sorry, Gene.”
Oh, he would be if he lost that liaison position because that would mean working on his own.
Now that the man was warned, Gene went back to doing what he did best.
Investigating.
