Page 65 of The Guy Who Became My Grumpy Boss

If he noticed my animosity, he didn’t comment on it. “Is that the errand you sent Peter on?” Tyrell pointed.

Even in a wheelchair with a cast up to her hip, Marissa looked amazing. Perfect curls, sexy makeup, and a blouse that practically opened to her belly button. She’d even managed to find one cute sandal to wear while the nails of the toes in the cast had been painted bright pink.

Peter stood behind her. No, he was pushing her.

Marissa turned in the chair and patted Peter’s hand. “This is amazing. You did such a great job.”

Tyrell let out a snort that I interpreted as annoyance and moved toward Marissa and Peter. He caught Marissa’s attention, and she waved Tyrell in for a hug.

Peter’s gaze met mine, and I could see from here that he was at a category four.

Not good.

Two more people approached me with world-ending questions, and I shot Peter an apologetic look. I couldn’t rescue him. Not this time.

He shrugged and turned his attention to Tyrell.

While I wanted to stomp over there and ask Marissa what she was doing here, I kept my attention on my task. Peter would have to handle Marissa and Tyrell for now. Hopefully he planned to hand her off to someone else as soon as the activity started.

Maybe we could meet in the closet again.

That threatened to generate a blush up my neck, so I focused on the people in front of me and kept working.

Each team had to check in with me as they arrived, and that kept me busy. I tried to watch Peter and mostly found him pushing Marissa around saying nothing.

Good, if he didn’t have to communicate now, he would have more for later.

To my surprise, Amelia sought me out.

Our CEO was a plus-sized woman with medium-length red hair and pale skin who had built the investment company from the ground up. She was in her late forties, but still had a youthful excitement about her. She had a passion for helping people with their finances so they could relax after retirement instead of stressing about money for the rest of their lives.

“Jessica.” Amelia nodded.

“Morning.”

I was graced with a grin as the woman looked around. “When I heard about the retreat cancellation, I was worried, but it looks like you and Peter really pulled this off.”

“It was a team effort,” I said. “The committee really stepped up.”

“After the scolding I gave them?” Amelia shot me a meaningful look.

“Yes, after that.”

We both laughed, and when Amelia’s eyes landed on Peter, she frowned. “I thought Marissa wasn’t coming.”

“She wasn’t. I haven’t got the story yet.”

“Peter looks less than enthused,” Amelia said.

I didn’t answer. What was I supposed to say, that he did better if he could stay out of the spotlight?

“Do you like working for him? “Amelia asked suddenly.

“For Peter?”

“Yes, for Peter.”

I met Amelia’s eyes. “I do.”

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