I found his eyes, searching them, my expression as hard as his. “Did you know my dad was dead?”
He shook his head once. “No.”
I accepted the answer and glanced back to the guys still carrying stuff in. I sneered, feeling that anger simmering under my skin. “I was going to find an office space today, and now my house is filled with boxes.”
“We’ll take care of it.”
I frowned, finding his eyes again. “You don’t move boxes and find office spaces.”
“It’s in our best interest to help you rebuild this company,” he told me quietly. “Stay here.”
I watched after him in confusion as he headed back into the house. In their best interest? What did that mean?
I shook my head and sank into the porch swing. God, it wasn’t even 10am. And I still hadn’t had a single sip of anything, or even a bite of anything. I was starving and thirsty, and now I’ve had to deal with my mom, Wade, the company, and I just found out my dad was dead.
I didn’t even know how to feel about that because I was too busy dealing with everything else.
Before I could even take two breaths, my phone was ringing again.
With a hefty sigh, I answered it without looking at who was calling, really uncaring of who it was at this point.
“Hello?”
“Olivia, I just received word that you received the boxes.”
I worked my jaw, my heart thrumming angrily. “Yes, Martin, and where were you? You were supposed to be here overseeing everything to make sure nothing got left behind.” To make sure I didn’t have to deal with my mother’s bullshit.
“Everything made its way onto that truck. Your mother assured me she would make sure it was delivered, so this is me double checking. So long as that truck is empty, you will have everything.”
God, it was irritating. This whole mess of a situation was irritating. “I’m going to send you some audio today or tomorrow. Mom admitted to murdering my dad, so you need to deal with that.”
He was silent for a beat too long. “She what?”
“Thanks, Martin,” I mumbled and hung up the phone.
Olivia:Get the audio of mom’s murder
confession to Martin, please.
Evelyn:Give me a taste of that pussy again
and I’ll do whatever you want.
Olivia:Sorry, no dice.
Evelyn:??it was worth a shot.
My lips flicked up in a bare smile, and I rolled my eyes, and locked my phone. She was fun, I liked her. I liked talking to her, it was easy, fun, and it made me feel like maybe I had a friend in her.
My eyes lifted back to the cab where Lucy had pinned mom inside. I could see her fuming beyond the window. I just wanted her gone, but something told me that she wasn’t going to leave until after the men had finished offloading the truck, which made me feel only slightly bad for the cab driver.
Maybe if he wouldn’t have driven her all the way here, he wouldn’t have to deal with this.
I thought there was a thing about cabbies driving that far anyway. He was a jerk for giving her the exception.
Twenty minutes later, one of the men finally came up to me with a clipboard.
I signed without reading, mumbled a thanks, and stood, watching as they loaded back up and took off, the cab rightbehind them.
