Page 84 of Touched By Moonlight
Showing initiative was buying a laptop on my dime to do company work they wouldn’t pay me for? Randall already ripped me off by asking me for ideas for campaigns, which he passed along to senior management as his own. Not that I cared, because I cared more about keeping a lowprofile.
Still, the slimy act made me grit my teeth attime.
You’re leaving tomorrow. Just appease him for now, get him off your back and then when you quit you can tell himoff.
I nodded, gritting my teeth again. “I’ll do mybest.”
He kept yammering on about my future with the company. I grit my teeth. What future? If I were human, this kind of motivational talk would depress the hell out ofme.
What future, indeed. Always on the run, never looking back, afraid to see that monster grinning at me, wavingcheerfully.
The monster of mypast.
“What is thatsmell?”
Glancing up, I saw Randall wrinkle his nose. “It’sdisgusting.”
Funny. I thought that was your newcologne.
Stepping back, he frowned as he looked at Lavender’s cube. “The company forbids incense and aromatic oildiffusers.”
“Don’t look at me. I never bring those in. Lavenderdoes.”
Curious now, because he seemed hesitant to approach her, I flicked a finger at her cube. “If you’re in such a hurry for these reports, I could use some help from Lavender. She’s supposed to be great at inputtingdata.”
“No, she has enoughwork.”
Right.
“Really? For who? Doesn’t she report toyou?”
“No. I mean,yes.”
Maybe that odd stench was illegal and Randy had been sniffing it too long. “You hiredher.”
“No, I didn’t. I don’t think I did.” An odd frown stretched over his tight face. “I can’t remember. How strange is that? Never mind. Get me those reports by the end of the day tomorrow. I’m being generous,Sienna.”
Two days, when I had two weeks’ worth of work piled up. Randall was late with everything, and as a result, he put additional pressure on his staff because of his lack ofplanning.
“What if Ican’t?”
Never had I challenged him before. It had always been right away, sir, yes sir. Randall frowned and pushed his glasses up his thinnose.
“Then I’m afraid it will show you no longer have an interest in working at Williams. You’ll lose all that vacation time you saved up as well. Companypolicy.”
The threatissued.
Thoughts of where he could shove his precious reports tumbled through my mind. Thankfully, before those thoughts connected with my tongue, he walkedoff.
I took a long swallow from my water bottle and resumed inputting figures. Boring as hell. But safe. I neededsafe.
Grayson and his betas were notsafe.
My cell phone buzzed. I glanced down. Cell phones were frowned upon in the office, so most people tucked them into a purse or adrawer.
In my quest to be invisible at Williams Marketing, I obeyed all the rules. I ignored thebuzzing.
Yet the entire time I spent plugging in data, and running numbers, my mind drifted to the past weekend and not the image of my future cabin in theforest.
