“Becca, can I come in?”
Brit’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“That depends. Are we going to have a kosher conversation?”
“Yes. I just want to talk, I swear.”
I pulled away from my computer and leaned back into my leather chair to try and feel as cool and calm as I needed to for this conversation. “Then, come on in.”
She opened my door and slipped inside before closing it behind her. But she didn’t make her way to my desk. Her eyes boasted of an uncertainty I was almost prideful she had.
She needed to be a little more cautious around me, at least for now.
“May I be blunt?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not sure why you’re asking me now.”
She snickered. “I deserved that.”
I nodded. “Yes, you did.”
She sighed as she walked over and sat in front of my desk. “Look, I don’t know what the hell’s going on or anything, but you really need to take what happened yesterday to H.R.”
Another email popped up on my computer screen and it caught my eye. But, the headline of the email pulled me back to my keyboard.
“Hold on a second,” I murmured.
I opened the email from JoJo and was shocked at its contents.
P.S.:You’re now responsible for this as well. See to it that it makes it into the quarterly documents you’re drawing up for the board.
- J. Ryker
“What the hell?”I murmured.
“What is it? Is everything okay?” Brit asked.
I was very wary of how kind and considerate she was being. “Nothing, just a bit more work than usual.”
“From him?”
I lied. “No, from his tax accountant. Apparently, I have to go around and collect projections from other departments to include in the quarterly documents for the board.”
“Ah.”
I still wasn’t sure why JoJo was sending me on a fool’s errand when it wasn’t even my job, but I didn’t question it.
I did get frustrated with the sheer number of emails he kept sending, though.
“Do I need to come back at another time?” she asked.
I closed out my email. “No, because we do need to talk. But, not for long.”
She furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”
I sighed. “I know you think I should go to H.R., and I appreciate you being so concerned about me. Really, I do. But if I wanted to fix this thing between me and Mr. Ryker? I’d have to go to my sister. Not H.R.”
She blinked. “I don’t know what that means.”
