Page 50 of Last Minute Fiancé

“I don’t see it. Can you send it again?”

My temple started to throb, and I clicked two buttons on the keyboard, and nodded.

“Done. And I just confirmed it was in the folder.”

“Are you sure? How do you refresh it?”

I didn’t roll my eyes, I didn’t growl, I just put on a pleasant smile. “You click the button that says refresh.”

“Oh, well, thanks. I need to get that to the boss. Thanks for doing that. I don’t know what we’d do without you. You’re always so reliable.”

The guy left and I frowned, wondering what the hell that meant.

Reliable? Is that why I was still here? Because I was reliable?

All I did these days was work my ass off, and then clean up after everyone else when they realized that they didn’t know what they were doing.

Why was I still here?

Yes, this was the number one company in the city, or it had been. There were up-and-coming companies out there that needed what I did, and yet I wanted to be the best. I needed to be.

At least, that’s what I always told myself.

But I was tired. Tired of lying and fighting and pretending that I didn’t resent being here.

Maybe it was just the hormones, or I needed to eat.

I just wasn’t quite sure where I saw myself here when the baby came.

I would legally get my time off for maternity leave, but they didn’t have an on-site daycare. So we’d have to find different childcare, and since Luca and I didn’t live together, we’d have to figure out where our child would be living. How custody would work. How we would work. And if I was here all the time, how would I be a mother?

These weren’t new questions, nor did I have any answers. These were things that women and men dealt with every day when they tried to balance work-life and home-life. I knew I wasn’t special, but the fact that I didn’t have answers to my own questions right now worried me.

“If you keep frowning you’re going to need Botox between those eyebrows sooner than later.”

I looked up at Travis and didn’t roll my eyes, but it was a near thing. “Are you serious? That’s the dig you’re going with? Botox?”

“I’m just saying. You’re probably going to need it soon. You know people get lines there because they frown so much.”

“I’m not sure why you’re even saying this at work.”

“Because we both know you won’t go to HR. You never do.”

Because our HR representative was sleeping with one of the major partners, and we both knew that so there was no use saying it out loud.

This company was becoming so toxic, or maybe it always had been. Maybe I just thought I could fight my way to the top. But I was going to win. I was going to beat Travis.

“Harrington and I missed you out on the golf course this weekend.”

My eye twitched, and I stood up, smiling at him, knowing he could probably see the hatred in my eyes.

“Really? Sucking up that much in order to try to get this promotion? We both know he’ll see through that.”

From the way Travis looked at me, I had a feeling neither of us believed that for a second.

“We had a squash game on Saturday morning, so don’t worry, I didn’t need to play golf too. He much prefers squash and pickleball.”

Travis’s jaw tightened, and I beamed.

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