“No!Don’t be silly.You were kind to me at the party, though…” A sheepish exhale.“I don’t remember everything I said.”
Lucky her.Ariella wouldn’t shed light on the details.The sooner she could forget how Terra looked at Cam, the better.
“You really don’t have to sit here.”
Take the hint already.
“No, this is perfect, it gives us time to plan.”
“Plan what?”
Why ask when she had no interest in the answer?Reflex be damned.
“The next party, silly,” Terra said.“I think we should have the next one at Crimson.You can get us all in, right?”
Ah, so that’s what this was about.
“Probably if I asked nicely.”
Or asked at all.And who exactly was “us” in this scenario?
“Great!We’ll need to curate the guest list, only the most exclusive—”
“Terra, there is no party, there will be no party.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be easy.I’ll help!It won’t be on you,” Terra said.“Now we have access to somewhere like Crimson—I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me—”
“Wedon’t have access to anything and I don’t have time for this.”
Allan’s door opened right on time and she stood up.Standing there between Mason and Terra, it was a damn miracle she didn’t scream and run for the nearest exit.Right then, she wouldn’t say no to flinging herself from a twenty-story window.The fall would improve the current outlook.
“Elle—”
“Things to discuss, Allan?Let’s get to it.”
Cutting her boss off, she swanned past him into the office.No, she hadn’t been invited.If a firing was in her future, manners were the least of her problems.Time to get the doomsday meeting over and done with.
Pressure.Maybe that would help.Maybe if she had no other choice.Sink or swim.Fly or fall.She blew out a breath.How long could she keep this up?
Allan came around his desk, wearing maybe confusion, maybe some distress.Welcome to the club, dude.
“Elle—”
“Let’s just get this over with.”
Though that would be more likely to happen if she shut up and let the man do his job.Taking the easy route was far from her specialty.
“Yes, you’re right.Okay.”Allan picked up a tablet.“Three o’clock.”
“Three o’clock, what?”
“New York.”
This was… unexpected.
“You want me to—you’re not firing me?”she asked, looking around like the truth may pop out of nowhere in a clown costume and squirt ice water in her face.
He frowned.“Firing you?No, I’m not—you asked for a different assignment.Not in Boston, not in LA.I got you a different assignment.”
