My heart seized in my chest. “Other women?”
She snickered. “Did you think you were the only one that he’s been harassing? He does it to all of the women that he hires here. He calls them in for meetings and berates them before they leave crying. He gives them much more work than they can handle to see if he can break them. It’s a pattern with him, and it has to stop.”
I leaned forward. “Were there other things?”
She feigned innocence. “What other things?”
“You know, other things that he did?”
“Like, what? Give me an example.”
I’m not that stupid.“Never mind. Forget it.”
“Seriously, Becca. What are you hiding? What has you so scared that you really think this man can control your life if you speak out?”
I scoffed. “You have absolutely no idea what you’re sticking your nose into, and I’d advise you to stop.”
“Then, tell me what it is, and I’ll leave it be.”
I pointed to the door. “You can get out now.”
She stood to her feet. “Funny, you’re even starting to sound like him, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a thing for him.”
“Get out!” I yelled.
With a wink and a smile, she left my office, and I instantly picked up the phone to call down to Human Resources. I didn’t get in touch with the woman I had originally talked to, but I did get in touch with a very helpful woman who used very few words to let me know that she couldn’t discuss another woman’s file with someone else in the company.
She also told me that if I wanted to add anything else to that file to come downstairs and discuss it face-to-face.
“God damn it!” I roared.
I slammed my phone back into its receiver on my desk and pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. How in the absolute fuck did things get so bad? And what other women was Brit talking about?
Had he made a pass at other women?
Touched other women the way he had touched me?
Had other women sucked him off underneath his desk?
I have to know. I have to warn him.
But, when I made my way up to his office, I saw a sign on his door.
Out of office until Friday.
“What the hell?” I whispered.
“Business trip,” Lexie said.
I spun around and faced her. “Where is the trip?”
She smiled. “Hawaii. I’m so jealous. I usually go with him on these trips, but he insisted on taking this one alone.”
“Did he go with anyone? What’s the trip for? Did he need financial documents of any--?”
She held her hand up to stop me in my tracks. “I made sure he had everything. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss a memo. I promise.”
I practically lunged at her desk. “This is important, okay, and please don’t ask why.”
