I don’t bother to look at her, but from the corner of my eye, I can see her mouth turn down in a frown.
“JP, if there’s something I did—”
“You know, I have some emails to answer,” I say, pulling out my phone and tapping away on it.
Instead of going to my inbox—because there’s no way in fuck I’m answering any emails right now—I scroll through Twitter, checking out what all the trolls have to say about the Vancouver Agitators and their recent playoff loss. Talk about a weak showing. Not sure they even decided to show up.
“I know you’re ignoring me,” she says, clearly not getting the hint.
Keeping my eyes on my phone, I say, “Kelsey, I have better things to do with my life than to ignore you. You’re not that important.”
I can feel the sting of my words as they fall off my tongue, and yet, I don’t stop them.
I don’t even bother to look at how they affect her.
I don’t need to.
I know Kelsey will take offense to such a sentence, and yet, I still said it.
Yup, really living up to that bastard persona.
Thankfully, Huxley walks in at that moment, along with Breaker and Lottie. I expect maybe a few other employees to join us, but when Huxley shuts the door and takes a seat, I realize this is it.
Just us five.
Not so sure I’m going to like this.
I swear to fuck if this is some sort of attitude intervention, I’m going to have a Hades-inspired conniption, flames and all.
“We got some news yesterday.” Huxley looks over at Lottie and my heart sinks. Holy shit, are they pregnant?
I sit a little taller in my chair.
Attempt to put on a happy face.
“Are you pregnant?” Breaker asks.
Huxley’s eyebrows knit together. “No, why would you think that?”
“Uh, the way you looked at Lottie, the fact that it’s just family in this room, and the inconspicuous meeting invite.”
All facts.
“Do you really think I would use company time to announce something like that? That would be a private affair, not something we’d do in the conference room at work.”
Huh... also facts.
“Plus, there will be no pregnancy for at least another year. I need a killer honeymoon and babies aren’t invited,” Lottie adds.
Well, there goes the pregnancy guess.
“Then why are we here?” I ask.
“Because, what I have to say can’t be said outside of these walls. It’s highly classified, therefore, we’re the only ones who are allowed to know at the moment.”
“Just spit it out,” I say. “Enough with the dramatics.”
Huxley shoots me a withering glare, but luckily for me, I couldn’t care less about his menacing scowl.
