Page 41 of Donut Overthink It

“Hold the …”

I see a hand reach out, grabbing the elevator door, and I laugh at myself entering. But the smile drops off my face when I see the person holding the door is Trevor.

“Hi, Hadley,” he says excitedly.

I nod, not really knowing how to act around him since Aiden told me to stay away from him. I wonder what he knows about him.

“You’re late,” he says with that usual chuckle. “You know you don’t have to get fired to come work for me. You could just quit.”

I ignore him, and he frowns. “Everything okay?” he asks, turning to face me.

I nod. “Just a long weekend.”

His frown deepens as my cell rings in my hand. I have both my hands full holding Aiden’s tea in one and the box of donuts in the other. I move my hand that holds the tea, so I can look at the screen on my phone.

“It’s him,” he growls, looking it over my shoulder.

I try to shield it from him while I look down to see Jackass written across my screen and smile. “It is.”

His brows pull together at my smile, and I quickly wipe it off my face. I’m supposed to act like I still hate him.

He opens his mouth to say something, but the elevator comes to a stop on his floor. “I would tell you to have a great day, but I doubt that’s possible,” he says and then steps off.

I get off on my floor and see everyone running around with the usual Monday madness. Bianca stops me. “You’re late.”

“Yes. I can tell time.”

“Your replacement was here early.”

“Shit!” I hiss loudly. I forgot I had called the agency on Friday and told them that I quit. “Is she still here?”

She shakes her head. “Mr. Kyle sent her home.” She gives me a big smile. “It was quite the show.” She chuckles, causing my chest to tighten. She then grabs the box of donuts from my hand and takes off toward the conference room.

I hope he wasn’t mean to her. It wasn’t her fault. I barge into his office to find Aiden sitting behind his desk holding the office phone to his ear. I give him an apologetic smile as his eyes look up to meet mine, but he doesn’t return it.

I set his tea on his desk, and he looks back down at his paperwork.

I expect him to look back up at me or say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he talks to the person on the other end of the phone.

“Okay,” I mumble and walk out, heading to my office.

I sit down at my desk and turn on my computer. I’m going through my emails when I see one labeled disappointed.

I go to open it, but my door opens. He steps inside, locking it behind him.

I close out my emails and sit back in my chair, my arms over my chest. “I’m sorry about this morning—”

“It’s taken care of,” he interrupts me.

I bite my bottom lip nervously. “Were you mean to her?”

“No more than I am to anyone else.”

That doesn’t make me feel any better. “Did you make her cry?”

He just stares at me, and I release a sigh. The poor thing. “Aiden …”

“My tea was cold,” he states.

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