Page 68 of Mr. July

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “My apologies. She’s a rescue and used to being with people or other animals during the day.”

“Something needs to be done. We’re receiving too many complaints.”

My eyes fell to the watch at my wrist it was only 11:30. “Hold my calls Bun. I’m going home to get Daisy.”

“What? Are you crazy?” She hissed. “You have a partner meeting at one. And Adams has a nasty allergy to pet dander.”

I smirked. “Adams is on his way out. I’ll be doing him a favor if he leaves early due to watery eyes.”

“You devil.”

“That’s what your granddaughter said,” I winked. She blushed. “Just kidding Bun. But we would have good looking babies admit it.”

“Don’t tease an old lady with the thought of great grand-babies. That’s just cruel.”

“You’ll have to settle for a great-gran-furbaby then.”

“You are going to get me in trouble.” She wagged a finger.

“Trouble is my middle name.”

“As long as it’s not heartbreaker.”

“That would be Hunter’s.”

It only took me fifteen minutes to get back home. I grimaced, hearing Daisy’s pitiful howls as soon as I exited the elevator.

“Daddy’s home, baby!” I called out as she ran to me. “What did you do?” Her tail sagged. “You tp’d my condo?”

A roll of toilet paper was torn, shredded and everywhere. Her water bowl was tipped over. But at least she didn’t relieve herself.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. You are coming to work, ok?”

I clipped on her pink leash, picked up her water bowl, a box of treats, and left. I didn’t have time to clean.

“That was fast.”

I pressed a finger to my lips indicating Bunny should zip it. I had Daisy under one arm with my suit coat draped over to shield her from view.

“Put her under your desk.”

“That makes me an accomplice.” But her chair rolled back.

I deposited Daisy in the space where Bunny’s legs were, gave her a treat and retreated to the boardroom.

The meeting was long. Boring. Diersky somehow snuck his way in, uninvited as he wasn’t even close to making partner. He caught my scowl returning fire with his middle finger. I rolled my eyes and took notes on the meeting. When it was over, I didn’t waste any time heading back to my office.

“How’s little tits doing?”

My fist clenched but I ignored him. He was trying to goad me into fucking up my life by breaking his nose at work.

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen your sister since the Christmas party two years ago.”

His face turned purple, but he bit his tongue as I rounded the corner where clients waited in the lobby area.

“One day you’ll get yours Carmichael.”

I stopped short. “What’s your deal, Diersky? I never did a thing to you.”

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