“I do not. Please let Mr. King know that Delaney is here.”
“I’m afraid that I cannot disturb him. He’s in a meeting at the moment.”
I pressed a firm smile to my lips as the woman turned back to her computer, dismissing me.
I reached down and toggled her mouse, gaining her attention. Her eyes widened, and her face turned red.
“Excuse you,” she quipped.
“Yes, excuse me. Please don’t ever be that rude to anyone who walks through those doors again. You could be costing this company a client or hundreds of thousands of dollars. You have no idea who you are turning away. Now call Naijhel and tell him that his girlfriend is out here waiting for him.”
Her eyes widened even further, and her cheeks grew even redder if possible. “Yes, ma’am. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know who you were.”
“It shouldn’t matter. You should treat everyone the same; is that understood?” I was on one, thanks to the information that Clayton had shared. I wouldn’t normally be this bold or rude.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I knew that it wasn’t my firm, but I didn’t give a shit. I was upset at the way that she had treated me and could possibly treat others.
“Mr. King, yes, I know you asked for no interruptions, but there’s a . . . I’m sorry, what was your name again, Miss?”
“His girlfriend.”
“Right.” She bobbed her head and cleared her throat. “Your girlfriend is out here.”
She listened and looked up at me. “Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”
She ended the call. “He says come up. He is on the fifteenth floor. He will have someone waiting to escort you to his office when you arrive.”
“Thank you,” I replied briskly and whipped around.
I headed for the elevator and jabbed the button repeatedly. Unfortunately, I still had to wait for a few minutes. When a car finally arrived, I stepped inside and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor. I slumped against the back wall trying to figure out how to deal with this.
I didn’t want to lose Naijhel, but there were some things that I wouldn’t accept. When I stepped off the elevator, a young man in a gray suit, who looked to still be in high school, waited for me.
“Ms. Synclair, this way, please.”
I followed him down the hall to a large corner office. He rapped one time, and then I heard Naijhel call out, “Come in.”
I stepped inside and took in the gold and mahogany décor. He had two large floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out on Downtown Cherokee Springs.
My man looked so good in a charcoal suit with a dove gray shirt and a charcoal and baby blue tie. He looked good enough for me to drop to my knees under his desk and suck him off, or maybe he could bend me over his desk and take me from behind. But I wasn’t here for that.
“Baby, I didn’t expect you today. I was in the middle of an important meeting, but I never mind making time for you. What’s going on? Is everything okay?” he asked, walking up to me and reaching out to me with one arm.
I stepped back a couple of steps.
“Did you visit Clayton?”
“What are you talking about?” He rolled his shoulders back, his posture became firm, and there was a hard set to his jaw. I knew I had pissed him off mentioning my ex.
“Answer me. Did you visit him in his home?”
He cleared his throat and gripped his cane so tightly that his hand turned red, but he remained silent as his eyes tightened at the corner. That was all the answer that I needed.
“What sort of monster sneaks into a man’s house when he’s not home and threatens the life of his child?”
“I never threatened that baby’s life, Del.”
