Page 60 of One Bad Idea
"Get what?"
She turned and pointed toward my office. "That'smy seat."
"Excuse me?"
"That seat," she repeated, pointing again for emphasis. "It's mine. Andyourass is in it."
I peered around her and studied my desk. And then, I looked back to her.
Finally, I realized why her voice sounded so familiar. Thishadto be Morgan, Jaden's previous assistant, the one who'd been so snippy when I'd been desperate to reach Cassidy.
I considered what I knew. Morgan had been fired, and quite recently, too. I still didn't know the full story, but Ididknow that she was nothing but trouble. After all, this was the same chick who'd told me that godawful story about Cassidy and the brothers.
Now,Iwas the one glaring.Would it be unprofessional to tell her exactly what I was thinking?
Probably.
Damn it.
I tried to look on the bright side. Now that I knew what she looked like, maybe I'd get lucky and run into her at the grocery store or something. And then, I could give her a peace of my mind without jeopardizing my job.
But that would have to wait. So instead, I gave her my sweetest smile. "It's not there now."
"What?"
"My ass," I helpfully added. "Since you seemed so concerned and all."
Her eyes narrowed, and her nostrils flared. She moved closer, until she was looming over me like a vulture, looking to pick a carcass clean. "Listen here,chickie," she said. "I don't give two shits about your ass, unless you're talking about moving it the hell out of here."
Well, that degenerated quickly.
Now, with her standing so close, I had to crane my neck to stare up at her. Still, I refused to back down. Still smiling, I gritted out, "AndIdon't give 'two shits' who are you are or what you want. He's not in, just like I said."
"Oh, please," she scoffed. "I know how this works. I used to have your job, remember?"
"Yes. I do." I summoned up another smile. "And how'd that go?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm just wondering, how'd you do in the job?"
Her jaw clenched. "You've got a lot of nerve, you know that?"
Yes. I did.But Jaden's instructions had been very clear. My primary responsibility, in addition to the things on that list, was to, asheput it, keep people off his ass – and out of his office.
At the time, it sounded like nothing at all. But now, as I guarded his office door, I was wondering if I deserved a raise.
The funny thing was, I might've been guarding the door for nothing. I mean, it could be locked for allIknew. After all, it's not like I tried the doorknob.
Morgan gave another little huff. "So, are you gonna move or what?"
"Sure," I said. "As soon as you do."
"Excuse me?"
"When you leave, I'll move."
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm not leaving." She threw back her shoulders. "So there."
