out to be. I understood Mitch was relying
on Tony to take over the business side when dealing with clients,
but surely he had to understand how to read a print. How could he
be so good at building and not be able to read the instructions?
Maybe that was what Tony did, read him the instructions? His hands
were pointed to the right numbers when I looked over his shoulder,
he just couldn’t get the words out.
He had a hard work ethic—I saw that in
his mentality. And I knew he cared about his buildings. More
questions unraveled in my head about why Mitch acted the way he
did, and I couldn’t help but want to figure out his
mystery.
My phone vibrated. “Got a time and
place for me?”
“Yes, 7:30 pm at Gabbiano,” Nathan
replied.
“ Gabbiano? Isn’t that
upscale? Can’t we just go to a chain restaurant?” A beer from a
bottle sounded way too good.
“Of course not. Don’t be late. I’m
curious to hear how today went.”
“Yes, sir,” I said mockingly as I hung
up the phone.
***
Shutting down my computer, I slid on
my flats and made my way to the restroom. I needed to freshen up if
we were going to Gabbiano. Hopefully, Nathan wouldn’t give me too
much crap for wearing flats to the high profile restaurant, but I
honestly couldn’t give two shits if he scolded me. I’d had a rough
week.
I tousled my caramel hair, debating if
I should throw it in a ponytail, but went against it. After redoing
my makeup and rejuvenating myself the best I could, I made my way
to my desk to grab my purse. My heart thudded to a near
halt.
A black envelope was sitting dead
center on my keyboard.
My eyes darted around the room as my
back slammed against the wall. Crouching low seemed to be my first
instinct. My hand instantly covered my mouth, trying to control my
breathing while the other reached for my neck
protectively.
He was here. Watching me . My heart
beat rapidly as fear coursed through my veins.
What do I do
now?
Sweat formed on my forehead as I
frantically looked over at Corey’s drafting table. Usually, the
mess he constantly left drove me crazy, but I was thankful for it
as I reached for the scissors he’d forgotten to put away. I had no
idea what to expect from Rod and I wasn’t going to be confronted by
him without some form of protection.
I breathed heavily as the adrenaline
took over my body and gripped the scissors tighter in my hand.
Inching my way quietly between the few cubicles, I searched the
area before my eyes landed on the front door. I had a clear shot,
but needed to take my time. He could be in the shadows, lurking,
waiting for me.
Wiping my forehead, I took one last
look around before I reached into my purse, quietly as possible,
desperate to find my keys. My heart felt like it was beating out of
my chest as my fingers finally grasped them. I squeezed the cold
metal in my palm, still gripping the scissors in my other
hand.
Everything is going to be fine. I’m
going to be okay.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly started
making my way toward the front door, my eyes darting from shadow to
shadow.
Then it occurred to me, this could be
exactly what he wanted. What if he was waiting by my car? Wanting
me to flee outside in a rush out of fear?
Back tracking my steps, I headed
toward the conference room, where a door led outside toward the
main street. There was more traffic and more people. I’d be able to
flag down a taxi instantly.
Looking through the open door of the
conference room, I wished like hell it wasn’t so dark. I blinked my
eyes rapidly, trying to get them to adjust. Letting out a slow
breath, I readied myself to start moving. Just as I lifted my foot
to cross the threshold, the main entrance door creaked
open.
My eyes widened in fear and I stopped
breathing.
Chapter Six
My body twisted around as fast as
lightning, my hair flicking me in the face from the rapid movement.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I shouted as I nearly stumbled
to the
on Tony to take over the business side when dealing with clients,
but surely he had to understand how to read a print. How could he
be so good at building and not be able to read the instructions?
Maybe that was what Tony did, read him the instructions? His hands
were pointed to the right numbers when I looked over his shoulder,
he just couldn’t get the words out.
He had a hard work ethic—I saw that in
his mentality. And I knew he cared about his buildings. More
questions unraveled in my head about why Mitch acted the way he
did, and I couldn’t help but want to figure out his
mystery.
My phone vibrated. “Got a time and
place for me?”
“Yes, 7:30 pm at Gabbiano,” Nathan
replied.
“ Gabbiano? Isn’t that
upscale? Can’t we just go to a chain restaurant?” A beer from a
bottle sounded way too good.
“Of course not. Don’t be late. I’m
curious to hear how today went.”
“Yes, sir,” I said mockingly as I hung
up the phone.
***
Shutting down my computer, I slid on
my flats and made my way to the restroom. I needed to freshen up if
we were going to Gabbiano. Hopefully, Nathan wouldn’t give me too
much crap for wearing flats to the high profile restaurant, but I
honestly couldn’t give two shits if he scolded me. I’d had a rough
week.
I tousled my caramel hair, debating if
I should throw it in a ponytail, but went against it. After redoing
my makeup and rejuvenating myself the best I could, I made my way
to my desk to grab my purse. My heart thudded to a near
halt.
A black envelope was sitting dead
center on my keyboard.
My eyes darted around the room as my
back slammed against the wall. Crouching low seemed to be my first
instinct. My hand instantly covered my mouth, trying to control my
breathing while the other reached for my neck
protectively.
He was here. Watching me . My heart
beat rapidly as fear coursed through my veins.
What do I do
now?
Sweat formed on my forehead as I
frantically looked over at Corey’s drafting table. Usually, the
mess he constantly left drove me crazy, but I was thankful for it
as I reached for the scissors he’d forgotten to put away. I had no
idea what to expect from Rod and I wasn’t going to be confronted by
him without some form of protection.
I breathed heavily as the adrenaline
took over my body and gripped the scissors tighter in my hand.
Inching my way quietly between the few cubicles, I searched the
area before my eyes landed on the front door. I had a clear shot,
but needed to take my time. He could be in the shadows, lurking,
waiting for me.
Wiping my forehead, I took one last
look around before I reached into my purse, quietly as possible,
desperate to find my keys. My heart felt like it was beating out of
my chest as my fingers finally grasped them. I squeezed the cold
metal in my palm, still gripping the scissors in my other
hand.
Everything is going to be fine. I’m
going to be okay.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly started
making my way toward the front door, my eyes darting from shadow to
shadow.
Then it occurred to me, this could be
exactly what he wanted. What if he was waiting by my car? Wanting
me to flee outside in a rush out of fear?
Back tracking my steps, I headed
toward the conference room, where a door led outside toward the
main street. There was more traffic and more people. I’d be able to
flag down a taxi instantly.
Looking through the open door of the
conference room, I wished like hell it wasn’t so dark. I blinked my
eyes rapidly, trying to get them to adjust. Letting out a slow
breath, I readied myself to start moving. Just as I lifted my foot
to cross the threshold, the main entrance door creaked
open.
My eyes widened in fear and I stopped
breathing.
Chapter Six
My body twisted around as fast as
lightning, my hair flicking me in the face from the rapid movement.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I shouted as I nearly stumbled
to the
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