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Hesitation laced his tone, and for some reason, that made mystomach drop to the floor. It didn’t sound like I was being summoned to Harry’s office for anything good.
Glancing at Michelle with a questioning look on my face, I gave herback her phone, and she shrugged in response. Not wanting to keep Harry waiting, I made my way to his office, finding him in his chair behind his desk.
Harry’s office was only small. He spent most of his time in it though,ordering stock, doing his books, and whatever else an owner of a diner did.
“Shut the door and take a seat,” he said, not meeting my eye.Trepidation grew in the pit of my stomach as I did as he asked.
“Sav, there’s no easy way to say this,” he started, disappointment andregret etched over his face. “But we haven’t been doing so well the past couple of months, and unless I lose a position here, I’ll struggle to break even.”
I stared wide-eyed at him, trying to decide if he was lying. His wordsdidn’t make sense, the morning and afternoon rush were busier than ever. I rarely worked an evening shift, but I’d spoken to a couple of the girls who did, and they always said how busy it was.
But why would Harry lie?
“What are you saying, Harry?” I asked, without really needing to. Iknew I was about to lose my job. A job I depended on to keep me out of deep shit.
“I’m sorry, Sav, but you were the last one in-”
“Harry, I can’t afford to lose this job,” I interrupted as tears pricked theback of my eyes, and panic started coursing through me. “Please don’t let me go.”
My voice wobbled and Harry’s face broke into a look of sympathy, butnothing could stop his next words.
“I’m sorry, Sav, but I’ve got no choice. I’ve got to let you go.”
Chapter 4
Nash
Trent McAllister had a big mouth. and an even bigger ego. He’d beenat the wine bar for over two hours, flirting with anyone who had tits and a pulse.
From the other side of the bar, in a dimly lit corner, I watched him, likeI had done on many other nights, as he tried his hardest to find someone who would take him home.
It wasn’t as if Trent could take a woman back to his ownhome after all, I doubted his pregnant wife would be too pleased about that.
Trent had been giving Savannah the come on for too long, and theonly reason I’d allowed it was firstly because I was biding my time, and secondly because Savannah kept turning him down.
She’d seemed curious this morning though when Trent invited her todinner at Sphere, and a little part of me wondered if I hadn’t been sitting there listening to their conversation, whether she would have accepted his invitation, just so she could eat at the top restaurant inPortland.
But once again, Trent proved to be a big fucking liar. He didn’t havereservations at Sphere. Little did the idiot know that Henri Dupont, the world-famous chef who had recently opened Sphere, was a buddy of mine.
The restaurant was next door to the Aurora Casino & Hotel, mine andFox’s resort. As soon as I left the diner, I gave him a call with the intention of getting him to cancel Trent’s reservation, only for Henri to inform me that there was no such booking to begin with.
What Trent would have told Savannah had she agreed and arrived atSphere only to be turned away, who knew. I didn’t really care.
What I cared about was how pushy he was becoming with trying toget Savannah into bed, and now my plans were in motion, it was time to deal with Trent.
Luckily for me, in the time I’d been watching him, he’d given meplenty of evidence to destroy him.
But I wasn’tthatruthless.
I’d give the man a chance to back off from Savannah first, it was up tohim if he heeded my warning.
I had a feeling he wouldn’t.
The brunette Trent was talking to laughed at something he said, andTrent beamed back at her with a predatory grin on his face. He missed her flinch though when he put his hand on her lower back, telling me all I needed to know.
Trent was going home alone.
Perfect.
