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“I don’t trot. It’s a brief strut.”

17

LEXI

Anthym regarded me.

“You weren’t thinking about going in Mr. Richmond’s office, were you?” she demanded when she cornered me a few paces away from McKenna’s desk.

“Never! Girl Scout’s honor,” I lied, “and I am a huge Girl Scout. I always sold the most cookies. Staci’s daughter sells cookies. I bought a bunch, and I still have some stashed in McKenna’s desk if you want some.”

I bounced on my heels.

Normally I wouldn’t give Anthym a Thin Mint, but I would do anything to keep her from asking our boss if I had been in his office.

I held my breath as Anthym headed to talk to the CEO.

I willed Mr. I-Hate-Cupcakes not to snitch on me.

Anthym was pointing in my direction.

McKenna and I huddled next to her desk.

“She really has it out for you,” my friend whispered.

“No kidding.”

“She probably thinks you’re trying to go after Mr. Richmond.”

“As if.” I snorted.

“Those frosting covered abs.” McKenna waggled her eyebrows.

“I’ve seen better on Prince Eric.” I sniffed.

“Are you kidding me?” McKenna’s mouth dropped open.

Anthym was stalking over to us.

Darn it, Grayson.

But instead of chewing me out about being in his office, Anthym said, “Mr. Richmond just asked if today’s meeting is going to be catered. I assured him it would be and that we have it under control. So who do you have doing the catering, McKenna?”

“I—the catering?” McKenna stammered. “You said when I asked you that we weren’t going to be catering. I-I don’t have any food being delivered.”

Anthym sneered. “You are the most useless assistant in corporate America. I never said to not cater this meeting.”

“But the meeting’s in half an hour!” McKenna cried.

“Mr. Richmond wants it catered,” Anthym snapped, “so figure it out.”

“How are we going to get food now?” McKenna was starting to spin out.

“God, do I need to do everything myself?” Anthym snapped. “Lexi, go down to that tacky little bakery around the corner and buy snacks.”

A clap of thunder rattled the windows, and rain pelted the glass.

“I can go,” McKenna said uncertainly.