Page 43 of 14 Night Tryst

“I’m here the same time every day, Suzan. Why are you here so early? Shouldn’t you be getting felt up inappropriately by your yoga instructor right about now?”

Suzan cackles and takes a sip from her café au lait. “Oh darling, I had my yoga session earlier than usual this morning. There is too much to do and not enough hours in the day, my little protégé. Come, come.” Rolling my eyes, I drop my handbag on my desk and follow her through the open plan office toward her own. “I need you to call the caterer and tell them that Logan has increased the number of guests for this evening. The dinner will be for one hundred and twenty-five, not one hundred as initially agreed and then call Mr. Peirce and inform him that we as well as the catering company are due to arrive at the house at midday to get things rolling.”

My heart sinks at the mention of his name. God, why do I have to call him? I thought she would jump at the chance to lick his ass. “You wantmeto call the client directly?” Suzan turns to look at me quizzically.

“Yes, I’m far too busy today. I have a hair and make-up appointment at three, therefore I need to make sure everything is in place before then. Be gone darling, be gone.” I arch a brow when she shoos me off with her manicured hand like I’m some menial peasant.

Muttering every profanity I can think of under my breath, I totter off toward my desk. So, help me God, I’m going to punch this uppity bitch right in the cunt one of these days.

Taking my seat I fire up my computer and go through my daily tasks before I call the caterer and inform him the numbers for this even have gone up. To say the chef is less than pleased with me is an understatement. This is why Suzan has me call them, because she knows how temperamental these chefs can get, especially with last minute changes. I spend twenty minutes on the phone with Felipe, listening to him harp on and on about the importance of sticking to contracted numbers, because now he needs to send his staff out get more supplies which is going to set him back by an hour. “Yes, I understand Felipe and I promise we will ensure to give you more than three hours’ notice for any changes moving forward.”

“Please see that you do, Savannah,” I stare at the phone when the line goes dead when he hangs up on me.

“I really don’t have the energy for these assholes today.” I grouse agitatedly tossing the phone on the desk and rocking back and forth on my chair, mentally preparing myself for the next call, which is Logan, when an email alert comes through from my computer. I click it open and sit upright when I see it’s an email from Logan’s company.‘Peirce Enterprise Holdings’.

I hate the way my heart skips a beat whenever his name is mentioned or anything relating to him pops up. I click the email and sigh when I see it’s from his finance department providing us with a transfer of funds invoice for his event in Istanbul. It’s sent to Suzan, but I’ve been copied into the email also. I file that away in the finance folder and click the next email from payroll. Our paycheck is uploaded to the company’s portal three days before we get paid on the fifteenth of every month. Clicking the document, I look over my salary and scowl when it’s not the amount I was expecting. “What the hell?” I should have been paid close to four thousand dollars this month, instead I’ve been paid twenty-nine hundred which is a measly five percent over my base salary.

P.E.H commission – 6% - $900.00

I gape at my paycheck utterly flummoxed. I’ve only been paid six percent of my commission for the event I did for Logan when it should have been fifteen. What the hell is going on? There has got to be a mistake. I type out a quick email to payroll, highlighting the mistake and click send. I place my elbows on my desk and rub my temples when they throb unpleasantly.

“It’s going to be fine, Savi, it’s just an oversight that’s all.” I tell myself and shake off the aggravation that’s thrumming through me. Now, pick up the phone and call Logan.

I stare at his number for a long moment, my finger hovering over the call button. Closing my eyes I touch the screen and his name comes up on my phone and it starts to ring. It rings twice and then I hear his deep sexy voice on the end of the line and I press my molars together.

“Hello.”

Come on Savi, keep it together.

“Hi, Mr. Peirce, this is Savannah calling from Glitz and Glam. I’m calling on behalf of Suzan Delatour to inform you that we are planning to arrive at your property with the caterers and vendors around noon and just wanted to check that is still okay with you?”

I wince and shake my head when there’s a pregnant pause on the other end of the line. Way to go Savi, way to make an absolute clown of yourself. “Uhm,” Logan sighs, he sounds tired. “Yes, Savannah you can tell Suzan that is fine.”

I close my eyes, flouting the pull in my stomach when he says my name, “Okay, thank you for confirming. We’ll see you then.”

“Savi, wait.” I hear Logan say as I go to hang up. I bite my lip and put the phone back to my ear but say nothing. “Are you okay?”

I rack through my brain to find a word most fitting for the way I’m feeling that doesn’t make me sound like a mooning ninny. “I’m okay.” I lie, picking at the corner of a file that is sitting on my desk. “And you?”

Logan sighs and I can picture him running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been better.” The despondent tone to his voice makes me want to cry but at the same time knowing he’s feeling just as down and out as I am takes the edge off the insufferable aching in my gut. “I should be focusing on work but right now I wish I was in bed, wrapped up in the sheets that still smell like you,” he admits with an aggrieved sigh. “Actually, if I’m going to wish for things, it would be to crawl into your arms and get myself drunk on the intoxicating scent of that perfume you wear that drives me crazy.”

“Logan…” My voice is noticeably thick with emotion and wavers when I say his name.

“I know,” he groans, “I know, I’m sorry that’s not fair. I just… fuck, I hate this.”

I nod and subtly dab away the tears that roll down my cheeks before anyone notices. “Me too.”

“I’ll see you, Wildfire.”

“I’ll see you, Mr. Peirce.”

We linger on the line for a couple more seconds and then the line goes dead on his side, I set the phone down on the desk with a sigh. My heart feels so heavy in my chest that I fear it’s going to snap at any moment.

“Savannah, come!”

Kill me now.

“Emily,I’ll be working from home for the rest of the day. Please reschedule my afternoon meetings to Monday.” I tell my assistant as I pass by her desk. Emily immediately stands from her chair and nods.

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