Page 9 of Devilish Bully
Silence.
Finally.
I take a long pull from the tequila and click on the TV.Love Island or Gone Girl?Either feels safer than thinking about him.
My phone lights up again—Mindy’s name.
“You’ll never guess who just tried to call me,” I say as I pick up. “Lucian has the audacity to?—”
“Your English sounds just fine to me, Miss Clarke.”
I gasp.
“I borrowed your coworker’s phone,” Lucian says smoothly, answering before I can ask. “She and the rest of your team are pulling an all-nighter at headquarters since they’re clearly more dedicated to this job than you are.”
My tongue goes dry.
“I need to see you right after the meeting.”
“The all-hands meetings don’t usually end until, like, four in the afternoon…”
“And?”
“Fridays are the start of my weekends.” I slur. “I’d prefer if we met Monday morning.”
“Only one of us is the CEO, Miss Clarke.”
The line goes dead.
I grip the bottle tighter, fighting the urge to smash it against the wall.
With a growl, I pull that survey back up, crack my knuckles, and give him a piece of my mind…
THE ACCOUNTANT
KENDALL
I wake up groggy on the couch, head pounding, and the first thing I see is Myra in the kitchen, blending some kind of pink concoction.
“What are you doing up so late, Myra?”
“Late?” She furrows her brow. “It’s ten o’clock in the morning, Aunt K. I’m making you a hangover drink since you have to be out of it…”
I glance at the windows, seeing only dark grey skies. “Funny. What time is it really?”
“10:05.”
My head hurts too much for early morning jokes, so I pick up my phone.10:06.
OH. MY. GOD.
I leap up from the cushions and shove all the files into my briefcase. Rushing to the bathroom, I take the fastest shower of my life, hoping the suds will wash the tinge of alcohol from my pores. Drying off, I slip into a black dress and twist my hair into a topknot bun. Trying not to hyperventilate, I make sure I have my badge and clearance before heading back to the kitchen.
“Here you go, Aunt K.” Myra hands me the bottle. “It’s kale, coconut water, banana, and almond milk. Oh, and here’s some dry toast to help, too.”
“Thank you, Myra.”
“I also ordered you an Uber while you were sleeping,” she says. “I told him to stay put and you’d pay extra for making him wait.”
