Page 41 of Enthrall Climax
I dragged my gaze away from Kelly. “Can you go through Platinum Events, please?” I asked the caller. “She’s the contact.”
“Very good,” she rasped. “We’ll get your address from Chantelle.”
“Sorry, didn’t catch your name?”
She’d hung up.
I slid my finger across to my contacts and stared at Shay’s number, musing how stupid I was about to sound. Still, Shay had insisted that anyone’s interest in us had to be brought to his attention.
I tapped Shay’s number and then pressed the phone to my ear. “Hey, it’s me. There’s going to be a cake sample delivered to the penthouse.” I was embarrassed to bother him. Though after this morning’s wrangling of those diamond chains we’d bonded a little more. “She sounded Russian, I think. Can you ask Cameron to call me?”
If Cameron was going to be calling off our wedding, now would be a good time before he overspent—and tore me apart in the process. Our break-up would ruin me for the rest of my life. I couldn’t bear to think of it.
I was going to have to focus on work to keep me sane until I could challenge him on the conversation I’d overheard this morning.
I got out of my chair and approached Kelly’s cubicle. “Hey, are you okay?”
She looked up at me with big, soulful eyes. “I lost a file.”
My gaze wandered over to her screen.”Which one?”
“Design Studio.” I could hear the fear in her voice. “I’ve tried everything. Searched everywhere. Two days of work…gone.”
“What about the recycle bin or deleted files?”
“It’s not there.” She glanced nervously toward Dana’s office.
I gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll call IT.”
“If you put a ticket in, Dana will see it.”
“She won’t. We’ll have IT find it remotely.”
“You’re sure?” She swallowed hard.
“Yes. What’s the file called?”
“Cole Brand Final.”
I stared at her. “You’re entering?”
“Yeah, I have this great design that’s going to knock out the competition. I need that bonus real bad. My rent’s a month overdue.”
My shoulders slumped at the thought of submitting mine now, even if it had given me a creative high.
She read my expression. “You’re entering?”
“I was considering it, yes.”
She flashed a worried look at her computer.
I offered her a look of sympathy. “We’ll find your design. Don’t worry.”
“Thanks. I used Photoshop to make it three-dimensional.”
I resisted closing my eyes in defeat.
“You were in early?” She swiveled in her chair to face me.
