I stood over the temp’s shoulder and ensured she was making all the changes I required. The young woman seemed flustered.
“No,” I barked as she started moving images around. “I need that chart to show the growth rate projected out for four quarters, not three.”
“How do I do that?”
“You need to fix it in the Excel file.” I tried to relax my jaw. I was going to crack a tooth. “I thought Owen said you knew how to do this?”
Tess at least had known enough about finance that I could just hand her a spreadsheet and she could take care of it.
The redhead slowly opened the Excel file.
I checked my watch. We had thirty minutes. A tension headache settled in behind my eyebrows.
The temp made the changes. Slowly. So slowly.
My phone rang.
“Mark Holbrook and Finn Richmond are here,” Owen said when I answered.
Shit.
“Finish that,” I told the temp. “All of it. It better look nice. Have it up on the conference-room screen when I return.”
I met Mark and Finn at the front desk of our office.
Quantum Cyber occupied the upper half of the tower. The view of the city was spectacular, though with the rain today, the skyline was obscured.
“We appreciate you coming by,” Owen said as we led them back to the conference room. “We’re excited to show how we can make blockchain work for your business.”
“We’re interested in seeing how we could tie it into the new drone line we’re doing,” Finn said. “I saw your talk at the TechBiz conference, and it seems legit.”
I tried to remain calm. Was the presentation okay?
Shit, I didn’t remind the temp to get waters or coffee, I realized when we were in the conference room.
Tess would have remembered. She also usually ordered food.
“Do you all want anything to drink?” Owen asked, looking at the back of the conference room, where the snack array usually was.
Of course, there was nothing.
I forced myself not to grind my teeth.
“I’ll grab one of the secretaries,” I said. I opened the door and almost ran into the temp.
“I have the presentation,” she said breathlessly. “Do you boys want coffee or tea?”
I tried to keep the aggravation off my face.
“Finn, you want a coffee?” Mark Holbrook asked his cofounder.
“Oh!” the temp said, staring at him. “Oh my god, Finn?”
Oh no.
“You’re the guy I hooked up with over the weekend!” she blurted. “Why didn’t you call me?” Then she seemed to realize what she had said. “I meant… coffee or tea?”
Finn’s eyes narrowed.
