He sighs, outstretching a hand to reach me. “Seraphine, please—”
“No, Elliot!” I step away from him, and he holds his hands up in surrender.
“Fine, but I’m waiting here until you’re picked up. And I’m calling the complex to ensure you arrive.”
“Whatever,” I mumble, hugging myself and looking out at the street and all the cars driving by. Hopefully the Uber won’t take long. I can’t stand being next to him right now.
As we fall into silence, the emotions get the better of me. Tears form in my eyes; my chest gets tight. Thankfully, beforeit all spills over, the Uber shows up and I hurry to the car and get in.
“Evening, Miss,” the driver says cheerily.
From the corner of my eye, I see Elliot still standing there, watching me with a look as ifIdid something to hurthim.
“Hi,” I croak, and then we take off.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Elliot
Absolute fucking chaos.
That’s how my week has been.
Everything that can go wrong has, and I’m already preparing for everything else to go to shit too.
“What do you mean they’re missing?” I growl, staring right at Jonathan.
“I, uh…”
“Elliot,” Peter says. “He already explained himself.”
“Well, it doesn’t make sense.” I pound my fist on the table. “How do blueprints justgo missing?”
“Well, sir, there was an issue in the IT department, and we lost some files,” Jim says. “An email went out on Monday.”
“An email?” I glare. “Tons of important paperwork, paperwork that could make or break my company, just goes missing and I get anemail?”
My team stares at me like they’re going to flee because I’m about to explode. I just might. This very well could be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
“Who is the head of the IT department?” I ask when no one says anything.
“That would be Scott Sullivan, sir,” Peter answers. “But he isn’t here today.”
“Good! Tell him not to come back!”
“This isn’t his fault.” Peter shakes his head. “I understand you’re stressed out, but there isn’t anything anyone could have done to prevent this.”
I think on that for a moment, but honestly I don’t care.
“What is the current process for saving files?” I ask, looking around the room. “Well?” I bark when no one answers quickly enough.
“Everything is saved on the computer hard drive and on a cloud,” Jonathan answers.
“Just one?” I ask.
“Yes, sir.” Peter nods.
“Make it three moving forward.”
