Page 42 of Dragon Thief of New York
I just want you to be happy, Mom.
And I like them.
Seriously? You have no problem with me being with two men?
Lincoln:
Well, I don’t want to sit around picturing it, but it’ll just make it easier when I tell you I’m dating two women.
I gasp and nearly drop my phone.
Lincoln Grant O’Brian, you better not be.
Lincoln:
I’m teasing lmao
I know I have no place to judge, and if he ever wanted to be in a relationship like that, it would be his decision to make, but he’s thirteen!
Not. Funny.
Lincoln:
Go figure things out, Mom. I’ll stay with Matt.
“Everything okay?” Otto asks.
I pinch my lips between my teeth and nod right as a call comes through from my boss. Well, I guess this is as good a time as any to tell him I need to take some time off. I don’t want to go into work until I can control my shifts a bit more.
Or maybe I just don’t want to go into work.
I sigh as I swipe my thumb across the screen. “Hello?”
“Oh, good. Where’s the Emerson file?”
I fight to keep from sighing. “It’s in the file cabinet under E.”
“It’s not there,” he barks. “Come in and find it. I need it for the banquet tonight.”
“With all due respect, Mr. Russell, it’s the weekend, and I’ve had a personal emergency. I was just about to call and let you know I’ll be out for the rest of the week.”
“What?! Absolutely not. The Emerson meeting is Wednesday.”
“Everything is already prepared for it. I made sure of that before I left on Friday.”
Otto slides a plate in front of me while my boss continues his epic tantrum. Why do I put up with this? I roll my eyes and rest my elbows on the marble counter. Otto takes the stool next to me and gives me a questioning look.
‘My boss,’I mouth while Mr. Russell continues to tell me how I can’t take time off even though I have plenty of paid leave saved up. Ugh. Maybe this Damian guy will want to be my sugar daddy.
“Hang up,” Otto says, clearly hearing every word of this with his heightened senses. His hands are curled into fists on the counter. “Hang up, Kat.”
“You better not be interviewing somewhere else,” Mr. Russell says. “If you think you can whore yourself out to another firm—”
Otto snatches my phone from my hand and hangs up.
“Hey!” I grab for it, but he pulls it back.
“No one should talk to you that way, Kat.” He releases the phone and sets it in front of me. “No one.”
