Page 91 of The Bet
“I didn’t think to,” she replied, calmly. “I came straight here. I was more worried about your report. I knew you were waiting on it.”
“My meeting is tomorrow, first thing.”
“Then you need it today.”
“That was the idea.” What the hell was he supposed to do now? Fuck.
“I can redo it all. You have the original files, don’t you?”
“Obviously.”
“I’ll do it again, now. I remember most of it.”
“Now? As in right now, as in here?”
She nodded.
“I had plans to go out later.”
“I can do it while you’re out, but I’ll need access to your files.” Her cheeks turned pink. “Though you probably don’t trust me with your PC.”
Screw going out. He couldn’t leave her in his office, he didn’t trust her not to mess up anything else.
“This way,” he said, and headed towards his office.
