Or maybe people who had a normal pregnancy and labor don’t feel anything but happiness and blessing. Emmett probably spoiled her rotten. He seems like such a nice guy.
Larry continues, “Apparently, she didn’t have an easy time of it. Emmett’s not going to forgive someone who makes her life more difficult than it has to be.”
That explains Larry’s panic, and everyone else’s reaction earlier. I’m still not sure whyIhave to fix the situation, though. If Amy doesn’t want to show up at Grant’s house tomorrow, she can talk to him directly.
I turn to my laptop and hit “send.”
Larry gasps. “Did you send it to Amy too?”
“Yep. She reports to Grant.”
“You bitch!” He jumps to his feet. “I can’t believe this! I even begged you on my knees!”
I shrug. “Your choice.”
He turns purple. I didn’t know people could actually be that kind of color.
“If you’re going to have a tantrum, the bathroom’s over there.” I pick up the stack of documents, hugging it to my chest. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to see Grant. Try not to bump me again.”
The fight drains from Larry, and he moves away from my desk. I walk to Grant’s office and knock.
“Come in.”
I step inside. He’s reclining on one of the couches, reviewing something on his tablet. Three furrows are etched between his pinched eyebrows.
“What?” he says, starting to sit up.
I put the documents on his table. “Here’s what you asked for this morning.”
He grunts a sound that’s somewhere betweenthanksandfuck off—it’s hard to tell with him—and glares at me like he’s pissed.
I remain standing—which gives me the advantage of towering over him—and stare back. He’s mad when I’m working; he’s mad when I’m not working. The fact that I breathe seems to irritate him. There’s no pleasing this man.
“Why were you taking that kind of shit from Larry?” he says finally. “You don’t take anything from me.”
“I didn’t want to make a scene.” I keep my tone mild. One of us has to be rational.
“So you’re gonna let him stomp all over you?”
“He’s taking his cues from you. So I don’t know why you’re upset,” I reply, and Grant flinches. “You never respected me in any way,” I elaborate, in case I wasn’t clear.
“That’syour excuse?” he says.
It’s all I can do to not roll my eyes, only because I need this job for Grandpa. “Fine. Next time something like this happens, I’ll make a scene so awful we’ll have to get HR involved.”
“You’d better.”
This man is crazy.I should quit trying to understand his logic because there is none. He does whatever he wants and doesn’t care about consequences. It’s like he hasn’t changed even one bit since college.
I want to flip him the bird—mentally, of course—and leave. But a tiny part of me hates owing anybody. I’m not an unmannered, uncivilized jerk like him. “Anyway, thank you.”
He looks at me like I just threw acid at him. “For what?”
“For what you did out there. You didn’t have to defend me.”
“How others treat you is a reflection on me.”
Of course. I should’ve realized it wasn’t about me. Why did I bother to thank him in the first place? Still, I have one more thing I need to get off my chest. “By the way, I think maybe you should not have Amy run.”
