“There’s a difference between ‘basically’ and ‘actually’ though. I can’t do anything about a hunch.”
“Of course you can,” Rush says, leaning forward. “It’s enough of a reason to look into his emails and whatever else. Isn’t that why companies track things like that? To make sure their employees aren’t doing anything wrong?”
“And let’s say I do that. What do you want?”
My shoulders sag. “The blacklisting removed. Talk to my previous real estate agent—there were no issues. I paid everything on time. I want to be able to find a place to live.”
“And Ian?”
Rush goes to say something, but I cut him off. “I don’t care about Ian. I don’t care what happens to him. If it wasn’t for him interfering with me finding a place to live, I’d be happy never thinking of him again.”
“Well—”
The door to the office bangs open. “Make this fast, Davis. I have to …” Ian trails off when he glances up and sees me, and then his gaze shoots to Rush. The look that crosses his face is almost predatory. “What’s going on here?”
“None of your business,” I answer at the same time as Rush says, “I’ve always been so interested in meeting Shore, seeing as how he won’t promote you because of the ADHD.”
“ADHD?” Shore echoes.
“Yes.” Rush turns big eyes on him. “It’s one of the things Ian and I bonded over. And how you actively discriminate against him because of it.”
“That’s enough,” Ian snaps.
Shore frowns. “Do you have ADHD? This is the first I’m hearing about this.”
Ian’s face twists. “I already warned you about Hunter. Now he’s brought some random man with him as well. You need to call security.”
“That didn’t answer my question.” Shore’s voice has turned icy.
“Because it’s not a question worth my time answering.”
Rush’s hand shoots into the air. “I have messages. Ian canceling on me because he needs to meet with Davis over his ‘issues.’”
“Issues?” Shore repeats.
Rush nods fast. “And how he’s sick of the harassment at work for being so forgetful.”
“I’d like to see these messages.”
Something on Rush’s face twitches, which reminds me … Molly’s been deleting his messages from Ian. He’s bluffing.
I glance at Ian. “You sure you want that? Your employer seeing blatant proof of what a slimeball you are?”
Ian’s face reddens. “You need to call security. Last time I saw him—” He points right at me. “He assaulted me.”
“You assaulted Rush.”
“How the fuck would you know?”
“Because he’s my boyfriend, asshole.”
“He’s what?”
Before I can answer, Shore’s voice cuts through the argument. “I’ve had enough. This is my business, and I will not allow it to fall into some Days of Our Lives melodrama.”
“Understandable.” Rush jumps to his feet. “We’ll take our concerns higher.”
“Stop.” Shore turns to Ian. “Hunter claims you’ve blacklisted him. For no reason. Now, I’m going to be reaching out to some people to get to the bottom of this, and if I find you’ve used personal shit to ruin a man’s life, you’ll be out of here. This is my company, my brand, my name. You know my expectations. And as for this ADHD business?—”