She groaned. “What a fucking tool. Whatever you want for dinner, it’s yours.”
I rattled off my gigantic order from a wonderful sushi place down the road and Brit left my office. I turned around in my chair and gazed out over the skyline of Los Angeles and for a brief moment, I imagined myself by the water’s edge. I saw myself in a new one-piece with a sarong wrapped around my waist. A wide-brimmed hat donned my head as I sat myself up in a chair with my feet digging their way into the sand. And as I munched on chips and sipped my ice water, I pulled a book out of my purse and started reading it.
Before sirens off in the distance pulled me from my daydream.
“So much for beach time,” I whispered to myself.
As much as I hated to admit it, JoJo had a point. If the wrong person had gotten their hands on the documents I took home his entire business would’ve been in jeopardy. So, I guess in some ways I didn’t pawn off the work because I felt that I deserved it.
I had fucked up, and not even I could deny that.
“Rebecca!?”
A shrieking woman’s voice sounded down the hallway and I furrowed my brow.
“Rebecca!? Where the hell are you?”
I got up and rushed to my office door before I ripped it open. “Yes? I’m Rebecca.”
An older woman looked me dead in my eyes. “Get over here.”
I rushed toward the foreign woman. “Is there something I can help you with?”
She clicked her tongue. “Do you know who I am?”
I blinked. “No, ma’am.”
She rolled her eyes. “Figures. I’m Bonnie, Joseph Ryker’s head accountant.”
I furrowed my brow. “I thought your name was--.”
She cut me off. “He never remembers anyone’s names. It’s a miracle he can remember his own. What I want to know is why the hell I don’t have the work he told me you’d have to me by tonight so that I can do my own damn job.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The stack of folders? That ring a bell?”
Fucking hell, seriously?“I’m just supposed to double-check some numbers. That’s all.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “And?”
“And… those files didn’t hit my desk until four this afternoon.”
“So, did you drop what you were doing and tend to them since they’re emergent?”
“I didn’t know they were emergent.”
She scoffed. “Always hiring idiots with issues.”
I furrowed my brow. “You might want to walk your attitude back a bit, because while I get you’re upset, you’re certainly not my boss. And if I’m supposed to be double-checking numbers before they get to you, it’s probably because he doesn’t trust your calculations at face value. I’d be more worried about that than where your files are.”
She gnashed her teeth together. “You do answer to me, actually.”
I shook my head. “That’s not what my contract says, and I’d be happy to show you if you’d like. I report to Mr. Ryker, and no one else.”
Her glare raked down my body. “And he takes his hiring cues from me. So, if you’d like me to not submit a request to have you terminated, I suggest you give me a plausible reason as to why your work is always fucking late and why you can never get caught up, which causes the rest of us to stay late in the process.”
And just before I rage-flipped that bitch out a window, JoJo stepped into my office. “Probably because I’ve been testing her, Bonnie.”
