Promises of a wingman tonight was looking good.
Turning the corner, I came to a stop as I entered his office. Someone was at his desk but it wasn’t Henrik.
Grace Jensen, the receptionist, was sitting in his chair as her head leaned over the glow rising from the desk. I moved a few steps closer and realized it was a phone.
Clearing my throat, I fought hard against my frown. Her head popped up and Grace’s brown eyes widened.
Young Grace had a thing for Henrik. He always worried she was some sort of crazy stalker, but I brushed it off as him not knowing how to deal with attraction from women. But now I was wondering if his fears weren’t completely unfounded.
“What are you doing here, Grace?”
She stood. Her thick black bangs fell back into place after she swatted at them. “Oh . . . uh, hi, Mr. Mimir. I was hoping to catch Mr. Payne since I know he usually worked late.”
Her smile appeared forced and as she moved away from his desk, she tripped and stumbled a few steps.
“Well, I guess he is gone for the night so I’ll head out too. Bye, Mr. Mimir.” Grace scurried out into the hall.
It was probably good that I found her and not Henrik. He would have flipped. Actually, he most likely would have screamed like a banshee and maybe wet himself. I’m not exaggerating when I say he’s afraid of her.
I was about to turn to leave too but noticed Grace forgot her phone on Henrik’s desk. As I went to pick it up, I couldn’t help but observe how similar her phone was to Henrik’s.
She really was a stalker.
I tapped the screen to turn it on and realized it was Henrik’s phone.
I typed in Henrik’s code to unlock his phone. Ashton taught me a trick when he started working here on how to figure out phone codes. I first tried it on Henrik’s phone. Ever since, I could access his phone any time I wanted.
Not that I had to. But I’ll admit when his former secretary from a year ago tried to file sexual harassment charges against him, I sneaked into his phone to see if I could find anything incriminating.
I did find something, but it implicated her. She dropped the charges once she realized she could be sued.
Opening Henrik’s phone, his contacts popped up.
Why would Grace want Henrik’s contact information? Then it hit me. She wanted to find his address. I slipped the phone into my pocket and decided to stop by his place on my way home to warn him that Grace had his address.