Page 35 of Married As Puck
“Cancel your lunch appointment. You won’t be needing that.”
I blink in disbelief. “Excuse me?”
She places her phone on her desk with deliberate slowness and laces her palms. “Don’t play dumb. You know I hate repeating myself?”
“My auditory perception is fine. It’s your statement that probably interfered with it,” I retort without thinking.
She glares at me. “What did you say?”
I keep quiet.
“Thought so,” she remarks, the fury dissipating from her face.
“Now, I want you to go to the venue you booked for the gala and confirm availability because I just received a call saying that our competitor, Keats & Kimberly, have made arrangements to use the venue on that same date. As we speak, negotiations are ongoing and it’s clear that we might lose it to them.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “That’s impossible! I was there an hour ago and everything was fine. When did this call come in?”
Her mouth forms the words, but nothing comes out. Wait, is she trying to trick me? How mischievous can this woman get?
“Mrs. Rando-”
“Are you insinuating that I’m not well-informed?” she asks in a cold tone, a deadly look in her eyes.
“No, that’s not what I mean. I was just–”
“It seems since you gained a new status as a hockey player’s wife, you have lost your manners. I’m going to forget that Cameron Gray is your husband and take drastic measures if you dare question my authority ever again.”
She’s bluffing.
No matter what, Mrs. Randolph will never pass up an opportunity to be in the good books of elites just for the benefits they bring to the company.
I humor her, “My apologies, Mrs. Randolph.”
She nods with a satisfied smirk, expecting me to run out and do her bidding but I have other plans. There’s no way I’m skipping lunch just to drive across town for this.
“What are you waiting for? Go and check it out already,” she barks but I maintain my stance.
“Just a minute, Mrs. Randolph.” I reply holding up a finger gesture. I type my password into the iPad and access the small camera I installed at the venue after making the full payment.
“Here you go,” I hand her the live video footage to prove that there’s nothing out of place from the last hour I was there. She frowns and shoves the device back into my hands.
“Well, I guess it was misinformation. You can go,” she says the last part stiffly, but I’m already skipping out the door before she’s done. “I want you back here once the lunch break ends, not a minute later,” she calls after me.
I stifle a laugh as I sashay down the hallway.
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I’m laughing so loud the sound of the traffic stands still, and the cops might probably arrest me for constituting a nuisance.
“I’m serious, Brie. Even though he’s a hot hockey player, his life is too boring. I don’t envy him at all,” Julia says, suddenly a change of heart. I imagine her diving deep into Cameron’s life as much as she can online. Apparently, he’s boring now.
I’ve been on a call with her since I ordered my lunch at my favorite spot. At least I was able to eat in peace without anyone raising their cameras to film me, but I’m not a celebrity. I laugh again. It’s all getting to my head.
I’m done with lunch and heading back to my office and Julia is still talking my ear off, keeping me company. I fill her in on Cameron’s usual grumpy attitude and how he seems impenetrable and now she’s suggesting ways to bore holes in his armor and get to him.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask just to indulge her. I don’t actually plan to do anything to Cameron even though he’s an ass.
“Remember those movies we used to watch as kids?”
