Page 125 of Vacation Friends

Before she stopped herself, she grabbed her purse. She would walk to his building. She had to see him. This couldn’t wait until morning.

Twenty minutes later, she arrived at his office.

Just as before, their receptionist claimed he wasn’t in.

Cecilia didn’t believe her.

She rushed past the desk to an elevator.

The woman called behind her, but Cecilia pretended as if she didn’t hear.

She’d asked Garrick in a casual conversation what floor he worked on. He’d said the twentieth.

The elevator came right away, and Cecilia slipped inside and hit the Door Close button before the receptionist could reach her.

She practically held her breath as the elevator climbed higher and higher.

She hadn’t planned out exactly what she would say. But she prayed this went well.

Amazingly, the elevator didn’t stop. When it dinged, she was on the twentieth floor.

She was shaking by the time she stepped off. She glanced around but did not see anybody.

How hard could it be to find Garrick’s office?

That was what she would do. She would find him here.

She rushed down the hallway, listening for any signs of where someone was. Looking at the nameplates on the doors. Since he was CEO, she could only assume he would have one of the larger offices, maybe even in the back of this space.

She headed that way.

Finally, she spotted a sprawling office ahead. His name stretched across a plaque on the door. Garrick Harding.

She rushed toward it and, without knocking, twisted the handle. She practically fell inside.

Garrick sat behind his desk, and a woman stood beside him. The two talked in low tones.

Cecilia stopped cold. Even though Garrick wasn’t touching the woman, something about the moment seemed intimate.

“Cecilia?” He straightened. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t exactly sound thrilled to see her.

“There’s something I must talk to you about,” she told him. “It couldn’t wait. I had to tell you now.”

He glanced at the woman beside him. “Could you give us a minute?”

The woman nodded before glancing at Cecilia and then slipping from the room.

Cecilia paused in front of Garrick’s desk. “Who was that?”

“She works downstairs, and we were discussing some marketing plans.”

She supposed that that made sense. Maybe she was reading too much into things.

“What are you doing here?” Garrick asked, his voice unusually stiff.

He was annoyed, wasn’t he?

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