Page 39 of Reverse Perspective

“They are looking at us,” I frown.

“Let’s go inside,” Dean says. “Let us open your door, please.” I nod and wait for Mason to open my door before I get out. Today I am wearing black slacks, black heels, and a deep red blouse. Getting out of the truck I suddenly feel like I am underdressed. I’m already being called a whore and I don't want to add to the claim.

“Hey. Stop it,” Mason says, lifting my chin so I’ll stop looking at my outfit. “You look amazing, Little Demon. Don’t let their awful words make you think you are anything less than perfect.” He kisses me softly and I relax, even though I know the vultures are watching.

We turn and Lance goes to my other side while Dean walks behind me. I’ve noticed that Dean is the most physically protective. They are all protective, but Dean has taken it to an entirely different level. Maybe it’s just because he always looks like he’s going to chew someone’s face off.

We get closer to the crowd and the very first question thrown at us as we step past them pisses me off. “Is she your assistant?” a man shouts from directly behind me.

“Sadie,” Todd says from the doorway. He shakes his head at me but I ignore him and turn around. Dean smirks and steps out of my way.

“I’m sorry… Can you repeat that for me?” I ask. The man looks confident in himself like he didn’t just make the most sexist assumption.

“Are you their assistant? There are rumors that…”

“I am one offourowners of QuadTech. Dean Thompson, Mason Campbell, and Lance Hudson are the other three owners. I have known them since we were five years old. They have been my best friends since before we knew what sexism was let alone how ignorant people could be,” I say firmly. “Do you have any more sexist questions, or can we skip to the part where our privacy was violated and is still being violated by you standing in my parking lot harassing us?”

The man doesn’t say anything, nor does anyone else, so I turn back to Todd and walk into the building. I scan my badge at security before turning to Todd.

“Sorry,” I say.

“It’s okay. You handled it well,” he says. “At least you didn’t cuss them out.”

“He’s lucky I didn’t punch him in the throat,” I say as I smash the elevator button. “Fucking asshole.”

“I thought sex was supposed to relax you or something,” Todd says as we step into the elevator.

“Bite me,” I frown.

“One of these days, you are going to say that and actually get bitten by someone,” Mason says.

“Oh? Are you going to bite me?”

“I just might,” he smirks.

“Can you wait until I’m out of the elevator? I don’t want to be in the next video,” Todd says. I punch him in the arm and he laughs as he rubs his arm.

“That was rude,” I say, failing to hide my smile.

“I am not looking forward to this meeting,” I say. “Most of our investors already look down on me and dismiss me every chance they get.”

“We’ll be okay,” he says as the door opens. When we step out, all our investors are standing in front of Mary’s desk.

“Seriously?” I say loud enough for everyone to hear me. They all turn and most of them frown. “Leave our assistant alone and go to the conference room. Really anywhere that isn’t directly in front of her desk.”

“We all need to…” one of the men starts.

“I know what you need, George,” I say kindly. “Give us more than five seconds to set our stuff down and talk to Mary and we will be down there. Okay?” George nods and is the first one to break away and go down the hall to the conference room.

“You would have thought you murdered someone on camera or something,” Mary shakes her head.

“She sounded like she was being murdered,” Todd says, looking at his phone. Mary giggles.

“Okay. Haha, very funny,” I say. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” she asks, confused. Mary is a full-time college student and still works full-time. She is a hard worker so we let her do her school work here when she has time. That seems to help her a lot to not feel so rushed outside of here. “Ohhh. You think because I saw them tag team you that I’d have a problem working for y’all.”

“I would have worded it differently,” I laugh. “But yes.”

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