Grayson: …no.
Hayes: Hmm. What did we learn?
Me: Where the fuck are they, Dominic?
His text bubbles came up and disappeared twice. Jake was pacing, and I was seconds away from finding a bomb to deliver to the fucker’s apartment.
Dominic: The girls had an adventure tonight. I was forced into it against my will. I’m innocent.
Me: I’m going to shave your head in your sleep and shred your suits.
Dominic: They’re in your office.
Jake: WHAT THE FUCK?
Dominic: Also, just an FYI…they know about the secret entrance. K. Good night.
Grayson: Yeah. I’m firing him.
Hayes: Don’t forget to tell Margo about my bag and pens.
My eyes met Jake’s. “We’re not done talking about this,” he said.
“Yes, we are.”
“Tucker is bad news, Ash,” he replied, his voice soft.
“What’s done is done,” I growled, prowling down the hall.
As I drew closer to the door, I heard a flurry of whispers and Carrie’s giggle.
“Cardinal, be quiet,” Margo hissed. “God, you could never be a secret agent.”
“Of course not. Did you hear my damn knees crack like Rice Krispies on the way up those stairs? I wasn’t put on this earth for stealth missions.”
I looked to the ceiling, my nostrils flaring as I ground my teeth to the point of pain.
These fucking women.
“Wait,” Angel whispered, the sound of her voice calming me, “that was you?”
“Yeah,” Carrie sighed. A soft bang followed, and then a string of curses from Margo after that. “You okay?”
“No,” Margo grumbled. “Ash’s office is fucking disorganized, and who the fuck needs a killer whale paperweight?”
I opened the door. “I do, Margo.”
Carrie squealed, Margo jumped, and Angel paled, her eyes locking on mine. I folded my arms over my chest, glaring at them. “Care to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my office?” I asked darkly.
Margo cleared her throat. “Well—”
“Not you,” I said, holding my hand up. I pointed at my beauty. “You.”
Angel let the papers in her hands fall onto my desk, and in that moment, I looked around. My file cabinet was open, but all the files labeled confidential were neatly stacked on my office chair which was pushed out to the side. There were some papers scattered over my desk, but that was the only mess I could see. Margo and Carrie took tentative steps toward each other.
“Care and Margo,” I drawled, looking at them. “Grayson and Hayes need you to call them.”
Carrie winced. “How mad is he?”
