Page 23 of Devilish Bully
The boyfriend.
I make my way toward the room, watching her pace.
“No, no, no,” she says, setting her phone down. “You have to take that amount from the residuals and then subtract it from the former account.”
“Ahhhh!” A soft female voice sifts from her speakers. “Okay, I’ve got it, but uh, it’s still not adding up.”
“Okay, thanks for trying.”
“Why are you still trying to figure out this report?” The woman laughs. “Didn’t Lucifer give you a pass since you’re helping out with other things?”
“He did, but you know me.” She bites her lip. “I can’t leave equations unsolved.”
“You can if it’s not your money. What’s three million to Mr. Pearson, really?”
“A new watch, probably.”
“Exactly. He’s not losing sleep over it, so neither should you.”
“I’d hate to turn it in without doing all my diligence.”
“You’ve done enough.” The woman’s voice is firm. “Whenever you wise up and stop wasting your talents here, start your own company and take me with you.”
“I will, Mindy…” She sighs.
“Is he still treating you terribly?”
“He is.”
Bullshit.
“It’s like he has moments when he’s nice, but…” She shakes her head. “I swear he thinks the sun rises every morning just to shine on his bank account. Do you know he made me work through lunch? He gave me a look when I dared to eat a granola bar.”
“Oh my god.”
“And don’t get me started on the way he talks to me,” she continues, flopping onto a sofa. “It’s always orders and commands, like I’m an inmate in his prison.”
“So basically, he’s exactly what we thought he was, but worse in person?”
“Yep.”
“At least he’s attractive though, right?”
“Eh.” She shrugs. “He’s okay.”
My blood simmers at that lie, and I’m tempted to remind her exactly how wet she was for someone who was just “okay,” but I slowly step away from the door.
It’s my fault for eavesdropping, but it’s her fault for being a blatant liar.
I’ll show you what “okay” really feels like, Miss Clarke…
THE ACCOUNTANT
KENDALL
Mr. Pearson
Bring an overnight bag with you to work today.
