I peeked over at her. “Yes, that Tommy. Get Mr. Lancaster in my office.”
“Right away. I’ll call him myself.”
As I scanned through the H.R. reports that had been filed on Mr. Tommy Lancaster, I shook my head. There had been two other incidents in my company with him aggressively pursuing women he thought he had a right to, and my nostrils flared with anger.
No one was allowed to lay a hand on Becca.
Especially him.
“Sir?” Lexie asked.
“What,” I said flatly.
“I called and left a message on his answering machine. Do you want me to go down there personally?”
I paused. “Actually, no. I’ll go find him myself.”
“Has something happened, Mr. Ryker?”
I glared at her. “Out.”
“Yes, sir,” she said quickly.
I stood to my feet and buttoned my suit coat before I slid my hands down the soft fabric. I cleared my throat and held my head high, readying myself for the high that would come with firing this asshole. Because if this man thought he could stalk and use my company as a way to fulfill his salacious needs that had to stay behind closed doors for the sake of everyone’s safety, then he had another fucking think coming.
However, I didn’t even need to come out from behind my desk before my door whipped open.
“You beckoned, Mr. Ryker?” Tommy asked.
My face fell stone cold. “Sit.”
He quickly closed the door behind him and booked it to the chair in front of my desk. “Have I done something wrong?”
I swiveled my computer monitor around. “See these?”
His face paled. “Yes, sir.”
I swiveled the monitor back in my direction. “Care to explain?”
He held up his hands, as if he were surrendering in battle. “Sir, it’s not how it reads. I simply tried to take a couple of women out on dates, and they refused, then thought I was sexually harassing them in the workplace.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Were you?”
He scoffed. “No. My mother raised me better than that.”
I peered at the monitor. “It says here that you cornered Miss LaShanda in a bathroom. Is that correct?”
His cheeks reddened and I saw him clench his jaw. “I peeked in there to see if she was there.”
I shrugged. “Why?”
He groaned. “She was avoiding my texts and my phone calls, and--.”
I slammed my hands against my desk, perching myself so I didn’t slug the guy. “So, you didn’t stop to take the hint when she started ignoring your pursuit?”
He shook his head. “You’re twisting this all wrong. These women, they say ‘yes’ to dates and then they back out last minute and then expect me to just be fine with being stood up!”
“Did she stand you up, or back out?”
