“Yes.” I turned away before he could pull me back into Dante’s world for another second.
When I made it to the stoplight, my phone sounded in my purse.
Dante
Come back up here. Now.
If I have to call you, we’re going to have a problem.
Chloe…this isn’t a game. I’ve PAID you for work you still owe me.
I WILL sue you…
I changed his name to “Never Answer Again,” but I knew that wouldn’t be enough.
And he’s the one who bought me this phone…
Sighing, I moved under a coffee shop’s awning and sent all the pictures to my personal cloud.
The moment the screen flashed with “complete,” I tossed the phone down the drain.
THE CEO
DANTE
Three Days Later
I’d never had to escalate my threats with anyone past the first or second mention.
If I ever said “respond by this time,” the answer came hours early. If I demanded an emergency meeting, they beat me to the office and would usually have catering waiting for me.
Yet, Chloe didn’t seem to get that memo.
She’d seemingly forgotten who the hell I was or what I was capable of…
You have until 4 p.m. to walk through my office doors with the work I emailed you last night…
I sighed as Sarah walked into my office.
“Good morning, Mr. Hudson.”
“Morning,” I said. “Quick question…How many times would you call someone in hopes of getting them to answer?”
“Uh…” She set down my breakfast. “Maybe two or three.”
“That’s it?”
“I would probably leave a voicemail after the third time and just wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“For them to get back to me, sir…”
“What if you know they’re ignoring you?”
“I would stop calling.”
“What about text messages?” I leaned forward. “How many would you send before you stopped?”
