“No.”
At my closed off tone, her smile falls and her lips purse before she steps away from Knox and marches to me with hard, determined steps.
But they’re for me. Her entire attention and those ever-changing eyes are only focused on me and me alone.
“I have the right to apply for an internship.”
“And I have the right to refuse your nonexistent application.”
“But why? I have the grades to be accepted here. This is discrimination.”
“And you can sue for it,” Knox tells her. “With the right arguments.”
“You shut up before I call a board meeting about your malpractices.”
“Hear that, Gwen?” He steps beside her. “I can sue him for that threat, too. You’ll be my witness, won’t you?”
“If he doesn’t let me intern, I will be.” She’s talking to Knox, but her entire attention is on me, her eyes digging holes into my face.
I’ve had countless opponents and most of them didn’t dare to even look at me, but Gwyneth doesn’t only stare, she also glares and talks back, among a lot of other fucking things.
“You can’t win against me in court, Van Doren. Maybe in a couple of decades, and only if I’m suffering from some form of dementia. And you, Gwyneth, do you honestly believe threatening me is the right way to handle this?”
“Well, I asked nicely and you didn’t listen.”
“That’s because I didn’t want to.”
“He’s not the boss of you, Gwen,” Knox says. “If you want an internship in your dad’s firm, you just have to take it.”
She squares her shoulders. “That’s right. You’re not the boss of me, Uncle Nate.”
I grind my teeth, and it’s not only because she called me that after so long, but also because she said it in a taunting way. In a “you’re my father’s best friend, so you’re supposed to give me what I want” kind of way.
It takes all my self-restraint not to catch those words and jam them back down her throat so she doesn’t utter them again. Maybe make her choke on my fingers at the same time. Or another part of me.
“Yet,” I say.
“What?”
“I’m not the boss of you yet, considering that you do want to intern for me.”
“Not for you,” she says slowly. “For Knox.”
“That won’t be happening, so it’s either with me or you’re out of here.”
Her lips fall open and she swallows, then clamps them shut before they open again.
Knox releases a tsking sound. “Like uncle, like nephew, all you and Sebastian ever do is steal my interns.”
“But…I want to intern with Knox,” she says with more conviction.
“Then leave.”
She purses those lips again, her body getting rigid and her nostrils flaring. She’s clinking her nails against each other, too.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
“Or follow me.” I turn around, not waiting to see if she follows.
She will.
Not only did she come over here with one intention, but she’s also not the type who gives up, not even if she has to make compromises.
I’m the one who’s supposed to push her away, not offer her an internship or even invite her to my office.
This is my focus zone, after all, and having her in it will fuck everything up. But it’s not like she disappears from my mind when she’s out of sight.
Whoever said that is a fucking moron.
Besides, either she’s with me or with someone else. And there’s no way in fuck I was going to let her be with Knox, Daniel, or even Sebastian.
I’ve been hit by the same haze that took over me when Aspen told me that my “wife” brought cupcakes and was talking with the three fuckers. Logical thoughts were the last thing on my mind when I barged in there. I knew she didn’t like it when I refused the internship, but I didn’t think she’d show up and negotiate her way into one.
Behind my back.
I’m well aware of her half-jogging behind me as I march to my office, but I don’t look at her. I’m charged up enough as it is without being distracted by the sight of her.
If I had enough decency, I would slow down and let her catch up, but that term doesn’t fucking exist in my dictionary.
As soon as we’re inside, I shut the door, lean against it, and face her.
Gwyneth stands in the middle of the office, catching her breath. But then she glares at me with her arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t want to intern with you.”