“I said start,” I repeated calmly.
That finally got them moving.
A few minutes later, Laila walked in holding coffee. “Good morning to you, too, boss.”
I grabbed the coffee from her hand immediately. “Thank you.”
I took a sip of coffee while watching the workers finally start moving around again.
About thirty minutes later, I heard his voice behind me.
“Why are they installing already?”
I turned around.
Vaughn stood there in all black as usual, hands in his hoodie pockets, expensive shades covering his eyes even though we were inside. A couple of workers immediately looked away.
I pointed toward the samples. “Because they’ve been sitting here too long.”
“I told them to wait.”
“And I overruled it.”
Laila quietly walked away.
Vaughn stared at the wall for a second before looking back at me.
“You overruled it?”
“Yes.”
“Without talking to me first.”
I crossed my arms. “Because every time I try to talk to you lately, you act irritated.”
He frowned. “Maybe because you keep making decisions on my project without asking.”
“Didn’t you tell me that you didn’t pay me to ask questions?” I corrected automatically.
“That don’t mean you get final say.”
I looked around the room briefly before lowering my voice a little. “Vaughn, the material was approved already. It doesn’t make sense holding everything up over unnecessary delays.”
“You think everything unnecessary if it ain’t your idea.”
I blinked once.
Okay. He was testing me.
“And you think you own the room because you pay for it,” I shot back.
At this point, the workers probably needed therapy from dealing with us.
Vaughn took his shades off slowly, finally letting me see his eyes. They were low, red, and tired.
“You always gotta challenge muthafuckas?”
“No. Just you.”
