“I know that I’m not a bitch. You, however, are a fucking asshole . . . and stupidly, for a few moments there, I forgot.”
I slam the report folder down on his desk.
“What was the trauma in your life?” he barks.
“None of your business.” I turn and walk toward the door.
“Kate.”
I turn like the devil himself and point at him. “You don’t get to call me that,” I growl. “To you, I’m Kathryn.” I march out the door and straight through reception, hit the elevator button and bite my lip to hold it in.
I can feel the angry tears coming.
Don’t cry . . . don’t cry . . . don’t you fucking dare let him make you cry.
Entrapment.
What an asshole.
Chapter 4
I storm into the elevator like the Hulk. After the worst day in history I am ready to fight someone . . . anyone.
Come at me, bitches, because I am ready to rumble.
After my meeting with fuck-face Miles this morning, the day started to spiral. Before tea break, we had a computer glitch that appeared for no reason and wouldn’t go away. Then when I was on my break, I got an urgent call that the entire network had crashed. I had to rush back from lunch before my food had even arrived and go into damage repair. I ended up having to shut down the entire system and reboot the whole building, then to top off the debacle I got a call from fuck-face to tell me to hurry up about it.
My fury bubbles deep in my stomach. Hurry up about it.
I’ll give him hurry up about it.
It’s now 7 p.m. and I’m just leaving, I’m tired, I’m angry, and worst of all, I’m hangry.
I could eat a horse and chase the rider.
I’m going straight to the nearest bar and having the largest chicken schnitzel and fries, and ten thousand wines.
The elevator doors open and I look out onto the street and roll my eyes. Of course it’s fucking raining.
This day is a living hell.
I exhale heavily and walk toward the doors and I hear the elevator ding.
“Kathryn.” A deep voice calls from behind me. “Wait up.” I turn to see Elliot stepping out of the elevator.
Ugh, seriously?
Just when I think the day can’t get any worse, the heavens open up and deliver again.
I want to ignore him and march off, but then I’ll look like a petulant child. I stand on the spot as I wait for King Asshole to arrive.
“Hi,” he says as he approaches me with a smile. “Bad day?”
I stare at him flatly. Of all the fucking nerve. “You could say that.” I turn toward the doors and he falls in to walk beside me.
“What was the problem with the server,” he asks.
“You’ll have a report about it in the morning.”
“Why can’t you just tell me now?”
I turn to him. “Because I don’t want to.”
“Why not?”
“Because my opinion from this morning still stands, you are an asshole and if I talk to you I am apparently trying to”—I hold my fingers up and air-quote—“turn you on and make you crack.”
He drops his head to hide his smile. “Still carrying on about that, are you?”
I glare at him as my temper hits a crescendo. “Are you for real?” I whisper through gritted teeth.