Page 135 of Savage Bosses

“I know you rehearsed what you were going to say, only for this bastard not to show up.”

“I had multiple speeches, but now what do I do?”

“I don’t even know what to tell me.”

“Tell me something.” I implored.

“Just keep coming to work until someone says different. When he comes back, just kill him with professionalism. Act like the club never happen.”

“Now I’m going to be a nervous wreck tomorrow, too.”

“Inhale and exhale. You can face that problem on Tuesday.”

“You’re right. I will text you later. I have to get some work done today.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.” I ended the call.

I took a look at my computer screen. I had to take another look. His calendar really said he was out of the office all damn day. With my hand down going over some reports, I thought about my encounter with Kyle at the Six Dimension. It was more like a confrontation.

Surviving Monday was an ordeal. I was afraid someone from HR was going to come to my desk and tell me to hit the road. But that didn’t happen. I couldn’t wait to get into the comfort of my sedan.

Chinese food was what I craved; I stopped and picked up a meal from my favorite place.

When I arrived home, I planted myself on the couch in front of the TV with my food and a glass of chardonnay. When I finished eating, the doorbell startled me. Jordyn didn’t say she was stopping by. I eased my butt off the couch and went to the door and took a peek through the peephole.

There was an older White man standing there in a suit jacket. I wasn’t afraid. But I was confused. I’m sure he had the wrong door.

“Can I help you?” I raised my voice, hoping he could hear me clearly through the door.

“Ms. Bolden, I have a delivery for you. I’m going to leave it here at your door. Good day. Ms. Bolden.”

I stared out the peephole and watched the stranger walk down the hall and turn into the stairwell. I didn’t know if I should open the door. Rushing to my window, I looked out and saw the man get into a Bentley and drive away from my apartment complex.

I walked back over to my door and peeked out of the peephole one more time. I didn’t see anything and took a chance. Quickly opening my door, I looked out and then down on the carpet. There was a huge box black box about three feet tall with a large red bow sitting right outside my door.

Strange, I opened my door wide enough to drag the box inside my place. The box wasn’t heavy. I locked my front door and picked up the box, and placed it on my kitchen table. Rushing to the couch, I grabbed my cell phone. I snapped a quick picture and sent it to Jordyn via text message.

Jordyn: [What’s that?]

Aerica: [A gift that was at my front door.] I texted back.

Jordyn: [From who???]

Aerica: [IDK]

I waited for her to return my text. Then there was a knock on the door. I scurried over to see Jordyn through my peephole doing a little dance. When I opened the door, she almost knocked me over coming inside.

“What’s in the box?!” Jordyn asked, imitating Brad Pitt in the movie Seven.

I didn’t have a Morgan Freeman impersonation in my arsenal. So I said, “I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to open it?”

“Yes, I do, but I can’t have you open it if there’s poison on the box or in the box.”

“Girl, why are you so paranoid? Let’s see what’s in the box.”

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