Page 11 of Seduced By the Boss

Chapter Seven

FOUR WEEKS LATER

“Zara!” Everett’s voice booms from his office and once again hurt and disappointment fills me. I don’t need this today, I’ve been feeling like crap for the past week.

Zara smirks at me as she rushes from her desk towards his office, “Yes, sir,” she calls out, fixing her dress on the way.

“Close the door,” he instructs her and I want to hide away.

Since coming back from Vegas things have been awkward, to say the least. Everett doesn’t speak to me if he can help it. He goes to Zara now, she’s lapping up the attention. He acts as though I don’t exist and him treating me like this is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I’ve tried speaking to him but he tells me to get on with my job.

When we came home from Vegas, Cassie immediately cancelled the wedding, and kicked Paul out of her house. She’s finally back on her feet and facing the world again. She hadn’t left her house in three weeks and I was worried, but she seems okay at the moment. I’m just happy that she was strong enough to kick that jerk to the curb.

Reaching into my purse, I find the envelope I tucked in there this morning. Pulling it out, I caress it. I didn’t want it to come down to this. I’m not giving in just yet, but if things don’t improve, he’ll leave me with no other choice other than to give my notice. Cass has promised me that if I need to leave, that she’ll have a job waiting for me. It’s not what I want but it may be the only thing I can do.

My phone rings and I quickly answer it, it’s Mr Matthewson.

“How may I help you, sir?”

“Saylor, I’ve tried emailing Zara, but it doesn’t seem to work. I've been expecting an important document for the past three days and I’ve yet to receive it. Everett’s told me that Zara was sending it. Please can you see what the hold-up is?”

Crap. “Of course, if you can just hold on for a few moments, I can try and find out what’s going on. Please bear with me.” I put Mr Matthewson on hold and stand from my desk. Great, I have to enter the lion’s den. He’s not talking to me and Zara’s going to be pissed that I’m interrupting their ‘time together’. Knocking on Everett’s door, I wait for him to respond.

The door opens and there he stands, dressed in his sharp tailored suit. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, as he’s getting a beard. He looks divine.

“Yes?” he questions, his voice gruff and full of loathing.

I straighten my spine. “Mr Everett,” I say with the same loathing, “I have Mr Matthewson on hold, he’s wondering where the document is that you told him was coming three days ago?” I have no idea what documents he wants, I’ve not been privy to the information.

Everett’s gaze moves quickly to Zara, “You were supposed to have sent him that file three days ago.” He practically screams at her.

Her face pales. “I...I...Did,” she stammers before turning to glare at me.

“Then where the hell is it?” Everett demands. “If you had sent it, he would have received it. Tell me, Zara, are you really that incompetent?”

Oh, here we go again! He blames her when he knows how much of a screw up she is. “Saylor, find that document and send it to him.”

I blink, “Um…”

“Just do it,” he demands, not even looking at me.

“Excuse you?” I say, placing my hands on my hips, I’m pissed.

He turns to face me, his eyebrow raised, almost as if he’s daring me to argue with him.

“Problem?” he questions.

Oh, he’s an ass! “Yes, I have several, but shall I start with the one at hand?”

He smirks at me, “Oh, please enlighten me.”

Jerk!

“Well, Mr Barrett,” I sneer. “I would send Mr Matthewson the document, if I knew what document I was even looking for.”

His eyes narrow, “What do you mean?”

I shrug, “I have no idea what document you and Mr Matthewson are talking about.”

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