Page 91 of Catch You

“T-Thank you.”

“It looks like you’ve got it all covered. But if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call me,” Reese says encouragingly.

“I will, thank you so much. I think—” My words are cut off as the conference room door behind me flies open.

The tension in the room changes instantly, and a shiver of fear runs down my spine, but I have no idea why.

Reese’s eyes widen in shock for a beat before her chin drops.

Poor Mags just looks confused.

“I’m so sorry, he just stormed past me,” Sharon, our receptionist rushes out as I shift in my chair.

I have no idea who I’m expecting to find behind me, although that shiver of awareness should give me a clue.

Spinning on my seat, I turn to look.

My eyes lock on to a very familiar face, but I’ve never seen this expression before. The anger laced through every inch of him has dread sitting in the pit of my stomach. His brows are pulled tight, his lips are pressed into a thin line, and his shoulders are bunched with tension.

“Corey, what’s—” I jump from my seat, desperate to know what’s going on.

Reese and Mags are already both on their feet, waiting to discover what’s about to happen and if they need to get security up here—assuming they’re not already on their way.

“Please.” His voice is hard and cold. “Please tell me you didn’t. Tell me it wasn’t you.”

“What … I don’t….” My mind spins, failing to connect the dots for a few moments.

Then it hits me.

His rent.

He knows.

I swallow nervously, and it’s enough for him to know that I’m guilty.

“I’m not a fucking charity case, Harlow. You had no right to go behind my back like that. No fucking right, let alone snooping to find out in the first place.”

“I wasn’t snooping, I?—”

“I don’t care. It was out of order. You had no right,” he repeats again, his body almost vibrating with anger. His hands lift to his hair as he tugs, trying to get himself together.

“Sir, I think you need to leave,” Mags says calmly as Reese comes to stand at my side in support.

“I’m going,” he spits before turning to the door.

I race forward, afraid of what this might mean for us.

“You can pay me back. I just needed to help. You’ve been through so?—”

“No,” he bellows, making me take a step back. “I’ll figure out a way to get it back to you. But we are done here.” He storms through the door and down the corridor. I’m powerless but to watch him leave.

Inside I scream for him to come back, for him to hear me out, but none of the words pass my lips.

“Oh my God,” I sob, stumbling back until Reese manages to get me on a chair.

I knew there was a possibility that he’d be angry, but I never expected…

Mags places a fresh glass of water in front of me before Reese drops down beside me.

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