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I quickly scan the boxes of blocked out time under Vaughn's name. A meeting this morning? Right. I rescheduled the meeting with his brothers from yesterday. I flush thinking of all that’s happened since then.
Crying. Ice cream. Later.
My brow furrows as I see a gray box immediately following this morning's meeting. I try to click into it, but he has me blocked from accessing the information. In the five months since I've worked here, he has never done that to me, and now, barely half a day after our night together and he's keeping me out of the loop.
Oh god. He's not going to be able to work with me anymore. I should have left last night. I was an idiot to assume he wanted me to sleep over. The amount of work he had to do this morning to make me presentable for the workplace— I thunk my head with the palm of my hand, nauseous again as I think of everything I should have done differently.
Checking my watch, I realize the morning meeting has already started and I'm missing it. More ammunition to send to HR.
Get it together, Rachel.
I grab my notebook and race down the hallway to the conference room. I take a deep breath to compose myself before opening the door.
When I poke my head inside, West and Barrett both look up and smile at me. I flush wondering if they know what I did with their brother last night. Neither man indicates they do; they turn their attention back to Vaughn as I shut the door quietly. Vaughn pauses in the middle of his sentence and gives me a small nod before continuing.
I swallow thickly around the lump in my throat as I lower myself into the chair next to West. My shoulders sink trying to appear as small and unobtrusive as possible.
After all, it might be the last meeting I attend at Billings Corp.
