“It’s Matthias.”
Ugh.
“Still on a call,” I say.
The door handle twists and I almost yell at him.
“Just… not right now, okay.” My voice comes out in a shaky breath. I don’t know why I thought I could stay here until five. Matthias steps inside, his expression full of sympathy. Sympathy I could do without.
“Harvey told me this morning,” he says and I feel a twinge of anger at the thought of them discussing me. “I’m so sorry, Sarah. Is there anything I can do?”
“Get me my job back?”
“Come here,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around me. I stiffen immediately.
“Thanks,” I mutter, pulling back.
“It’ll work out in the end. This might be the best move for you.”
“Yeah? How’s that?”
“You weren’t doing well here.”
I frown, trying to think clearly through my tears. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
His voice is still soft, almost cooing. Like he’s talking to a child. “It’s not like you’re raking in the clients, Sarah. You knew this was coming, you stopped trying months ago.” He reaches out to me again, but I shrug away from his touch, moving a few steps away.
“I am bringing in clients.”
“I mean besides your bartender.”
The sneering way he says the words stops me in my tracks. I’ve never heard that tone from him before.
“You know Harvey doesn’t like to be kept in the dark about that stuff,” he continues.
“What are you talking about? Did you tell him we were dating?”
“I thought he knew,” Matthias says innocently. “But you have to know it’s not a good look if the only thing you have lined up is because you’re—”
“What?” I ask sharply. “Sleeping with them? Is that what you think?”
“There’s no need to raise your voice.”
My voice is not raised. “Is this because I didn’t want to go on another date with you?”
He rears back. “Excuse me?”
“It is,” I say as he blinks at me. The look on his face when he caught Declan and me coming out of the meeting. Is that the day he turned on me?
“You think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” he asks.
“More than I used to.” I run a hand across my nose, the tears drying. “Is this how you’ve been spinning it to Harvey?”
“Spinning?” He shakes his head. “You’ve been spending too much time with Will.”
Maybe not enough. Maybe if I had I would have listened to him.
“Did you tell Harvey to take me off the Grayson project?”