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He frowned, not remembering it quite in the same way. Sure, he wasn’t so lovey-dovey, and he might have said some spiteful things to her, not told her he loved her, and all that other stuff girls wanted to hear. But he never hurt her. Never laid a finger on her.
“She said that Travis listened to her, and he tried to tell her that you were a little messed up. He never made a move on her, she said, and he tried to steer her back towards you.”
He rubbed the back of his head, mentally clearing the cobwebs that enshrined events that were buried so long in the past. He tried to remember that time, but it was a haze of messed up emotions. It had been an angry, red hot, tumultuous time. He didn’t have counseling, didn’t talk to anyone, and kept everything bottled up.
Maybe Maggie was right. He might not have been a great boyfriend.
“She said it wasn’t too difficult for her to fall out of love with you and fall in love with Travis.”
“He can have her,” he said, roughly. “I’ve moved on.”
“I know,” Amanda cried, happily. “I hope you don’t mess things up with Kay, Luke. She cares about you. She really does.”
“Yeah, well.” Maybe it was too late for that.
He hung up, after what ended up being mostly a one way conversation.
But at least he had managed to postpone Amanda’s next visit.
Chapter 40
“Geoffrey’s taking over the Pembroke account.”
“What?” She was sure she hadn’t heard right.
“The Pembroke account will be looked after by Geoffrey from now on,” Remington stated.
A ball of anger exploded inside her. “But why? That’s my account.”
“Itwasyour account.”
“I was taking care of it, Theodore,” she said, her stomach sinking lower, and blood-red rage coursing through her veins.
“Were you, Kay? Were youreally?” Remington asked as he stared up at her, his coupled hands resting over his desk.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she shot back, a bitter taste in her mouth suddenly making her feel nauseous. “You know I was.”
“Youwere, Kay,” he replied. He was infuriatingly calm, and she much preferred him when he lost his shit, because he somehow seemed more human then. “But given the circumstances, we need full concentration and focus. Do not forget that we are talking about a big client and a huge deal is huge.”
“What?” she shook her head. “What do you mean by that? I have given it my full and undivided concentration and focus from the moment you gave me the account. What’s going on?” she asked. Because clearly something was. Something had been decided while she had been away. This news had ripped a hole through her chest.
“I beg to differ.”
Excuse me?What was he talking about? Her eyes widened in shock, and she tried to think fast, tried to make sense of what he was saying. She already knew that there would be no convincing him to change his mind; the man was like a pit bull once he determined a course of action, but she deserved an honest, no-bullshit answer. “I haven’t taken any time off. I’ve handed everything to the client on time—”
“The report he received a few days ago contained errors.”
Her face crumpled in disbelief. She had fixed the errors at Luke’s place, and had emailed it to Geoffrey to hand in. He must have sent the wrong document back. She looked out of Remington’s glass window, at the open plan office. Where was that back-stabbing shitbag? “I fixed the errors,” she said, turning to face her boss again. “I double checked everything, and I emailed it to Geoffrey to scan in and send it on. He must have sent them the wrong report.”
“I also recall you went home early that day.”
She frowned. She’d gone to Luke’s place and made the changes there.
“I understand the stress you’ve been under,” he continued. “You should have told me.”
She looked at him in surprise. “What stress?” She never let her stress show at work. Just like one of the guys, she could, and did, soldier through it.
Remington exhaled slowly, as if he was trying not to raise his voice. “Your boyfriend is seriously ill, I hear. It’s only natural that your mind has been elsewhere.”
