She puts her hands on her hips. “I want a written report on the internships you have taken from the London office and the reasons why. Your excuse is not good enough and I will be presenting this issue to the board myself.”
Of course she will. My fury bubbles.
“And don’t roll your eyes at me,” she huffs.
“Kathryn, I need a damn retina transplant from all the eye rolling you cause.”
“Well, that makes two of us.”
We glare at each other and I don’t know if I’ve ever hated someone like I do her.
Knock, knock, sounds at the door.
“Come in,” she yells.
Christopher comes into view, just like I knew he would. He always interrupts my meetings with Kathryn moments before my impending explosion. “Elliot, can I see you?” he asks. He nods to her with a smile. “Morning, Kathryn.”
“We’re not finished, Christopher, you will have to wait,” she snaps.
“We are finished.” I turn. “If you have any more complaints, which no doubt you will, take it up with HR.”
“I won’t be doing that,” she snaps again. “You are the CEO and I will be taking up any issues I have with you. Stop wasting my time, Mr. Miles. I’m more than happy to report to the board on your incompetence. Lord knows there’s enough of it. I want those intern positions returned to the London office immediately.”
“Not happening.”
She shuffles the papers on her desk. “Fine, see you on Tuesday week.”
The board meeting.
I glare at her as I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears.
Fucking bitch.
“Ahh . . . Elliot,” Christopher prompts me. “We have to go.”
I clench my jaw as I glare at her. “Name your price to resign.”
“Go to hell.”
“I will not be accosted with your trivial complaints every single time I walk through my office,” I growl.
“Then stop making stupid decisions.”
Our eyes are locked.
“Goodbye, Mr. Miles, close the door on your way out.” She smiles sweetly. “See you at the board meeting.”
I inhale sharply as I grapple with control.
“Elliot,” Christopher prompts me again. “This way.”
I storm from her office straight into the elevator. Christopher is hot on my heels and the doors close behind us.
“Holy fuck. I hate that woman,” I whisper angrily.
“If it makes you feel any better”—he smirks—“she hates you more.”
I loosen my tie with a hard jerk. “Is it too early for a Scotch?” I ask.
Christopher looks at his watch. “It’s nine-fifteen a.m.”
I inhale heavily as I try to calm myself down.
“Who fucking cares.”
Chapter 1
KATE
I throw my lunch into a bag and look around for my keys. “I’m leaving,” I call to Rebecca.
Beck pops her head around the bathroom door; she’s wrapped in a white towel with another around her head. “Make sure you’re not home late tonight. I don’t want it to seem awkward and weird when he gets here.”
“Yeah, yeah.”