“No, but it shouldn’t be too hard to spot typos.”
“We shall see,” she says snidely, handing me a binder off the desk.
“Is there a problem?” I ask, itching to knock this uppity bitch down a few pegs.
“Not at all.” She gives me a phony confused expression. “Read through this document and make note of any errors you see. There’s an empty office across the hall. You can work in there.”
I nod, leaving the room.
A couple hours later, I head back to Francesca’s office, finished with the task assigned to me.
“Hi, I’m all done,” I say, handing her the binder.
“Thank you.” She pastes a fake smile on her face. “So, are you and Mr. King together?”
“How is that any of your business?” I snap.
“I saw the video. He would never have behaved that way if it wasn’t for you. You’re no good for him.”
“Oh, are you an expert on what he needs?”
“Of course I am. I’ve been with him since this facility opened. One day he’ll realize we make sense together.”
I laugh. “Trust me, you’ve barely scratched the surface of the enigma that is Art.”
“You’re a dirty little skank who’ll be thrown out on your ass soon enough.”
I place my palms on the desk and lean in closer to her. “I’m the woman he’d kill for—the woman he can’t let go. I’ll never be replaced.” I leave, storming towards Art’s office.
He has some explaining to do. His door is shut, but I barge in anyway, not giving a damn if he’s busy.
He’s leaning back in the chair with his cell phone to his ear.
“I need to talk to you.” I interrupt him mid-sentence.
“I’ll call you back.” He ends the call. “What’s the problem?”
“Are you fucking her?”
“Who?”
“Francesca! Don’t play stupid.”
“Stop being ridiculous. I would never fuck an employee.”
My eyebrows nearly shoot to my hairline at the declaration.
“Well, you’re the exception.”
“She wants you.”
“Francesca and I have a strictly professional relationship, and that’s all it’ll ever be.”
“She thinks you two are going to be together one day. She even called me a skank.”
His expression becomes thunderous.
“Sit,” he demands. “I’ll be back.”
