I pushed the door open and backed her into her office. I closed it behind me and glared at her as she scrambled to get behind her desk. My eyes fell to the light blue file folder she had been carrying with her and I snatched it up.
“Well, well, let’s see what you had to bring me,” I said.
She reached out for it. “Give me that.”
I moved it away from her. “Didn’t you say it was for me, though?”
She gritted her teeth. “Sir, with all due respect--.”
I looked down at the blank pages in the folder. “Miss Krist, do you know how much trouble you’re in?”
She scoffed. “Not as much trouble as you’re going to be in when I go to H.R.”
I slapped the folder back to her desk. “And tell them what? That you barged into the owner’s office touting that you had sensitive information for him when really you had nothing? How is that going to look when you tell them what you saw? Because from where I’m standing, it simply looks like you’re jealous.”
She balked. “Jealous? Of who!?”
I clasped my hands behind my back. “I’m not sure, Miss Krist. Why else would you try to get me alone in my office only to storm out when you realized I had company?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I know you’ve been harassing her. Making her life miserable. I’ll tell them everything, too. Everything she’s told me.”
I leveled my eyes with hers. “Try it and see how far that gets you.”
Then, I walked out of her office and closed the door behind me.
“Yep, that should do it,” I whispered to myself.
2
Rebecca
My phone stayedsilent the rest of the day.
I went to bed with anxious thoughts rushing around and woke up with a decision to make.
I rifled through my new dresses, eventually settling on a royal blue and silver one. The skirt of it dropped just below my knees and swished with every movement I made. The off-shoulder sleeves were feminine and sexy, but still covered enough of my cleavage to make it work-appropriate.
And after slipping into matching shoes, I headed into the office.
With every mile that passed, I felt my back stiffen. My legs tightened. I felt my movements grow stifled and ragged. And as I entered the building, Brit didn’t come out of her office to greet me, or say hello, or even to ask me how I was doing.
Try as I might, however, I couldn’t push things out of my mind. I wanted to rush up to JoJo’s office, knock on his door, and slip inside before asking him how things went yesterday.
But instead, I started my morning with a curt email from him outlining what I needed to do for the day.
Miss Loren,
Attached is your schedule for the week. Make sure all of your projects are turned in by the highlighted date. I won’t take late work as an answer. Get it done.
-J. Ryker
What the fuck?
I scoffed as I downloaded the schedule. So, he was back to being his usual, cold-hearted self. Wonderful. Just fucking great. He wasn’t going to do it without an explanation, though. He wasn’t going to send me out on a shopping spree just go back to his usual fucked-up nonsense. So, after I opened the document and uploaded everything to my own schedule so I’d receive alerts not only on my computer but on my phone as well, I shot him an email back.
Mr. Ryker,
I have received my schedule and gotten it uploaded on my end. Though, I do have some things I wish to discuss with you. Expect a call within the next few minutes.
