Page 32 of Craving You
“Ah, but we have a contract.I’ll see you next week, everyone,” he smiles before leaving the room.I stand from my chair to get away from them as I start to hyperventilate.
“Hey.Hey.Hey,” Tris says, holding my face.“You’re okay.The company will be fine.We will be fine.You will be fine.Okay?The media will hyper-focus.You’ll have to explain things in a bit, but…”
“Rob will get in trouble,” I whimper.“He never hurt me.He shouldn’t get in trouble.He kept us safe.”
“Let’s go see him then, huh?The club is open, right?”
“Yeah,” I sniff.
“Let’s go see him so he will at least have a heads-up,” she says.“Guys?”
“Yeah.Let’s go,” Cam says.“I promise, we will get through this, sis.”
“Easy for you to say,” I say coldly.“You aren’t the one who is about to be publicly slut-shamed or blamed for this entire company going to shit.”
“Lorelei, we will stand beside you no matter what,” Cam says.“Surely you accounted for someone finding out one day.”
“I mean, I did.I just assumed that none of them would speak up as they would out themselves also,” I say.“Let’s just warn Rob and… I don’t know.I don’t know what to do.”
Wewalkintotheclub and Omar is up front.“Hey, girl,” he smiles, hugging me tightly.“Who are they?You okay?”
“Oh, uh.This is my brother Cameron, my best friend and his girlfriend, Beatris, and my… boyfriend, Remington.He’s also Cameron’s best friend,” I say.“This is Omar.”
“Nice to meet you guys,” Omar says.“What brings you here?”
“Is Rob around?”I ask.
“Yeah.He’s in his office.Is everything okay?”
“Uh… no,” I say.
“Well, go on back,” he says.
“Probably… shouldn’t open,” I say.“Let me talk to Rob first.”
“Uh oh,” Omar says.“Okay.”
I wave the others back with me, and we walk on to the main floor.Some of the girls are out and wave at me as I walk back to Rob’s office.I knock and hear him answer right away.“It’s okay,” he says.
“Hey, Rob,” I say.
“Hey, Lorelei,” he smiles, but his face drops when he sees Remy.“What’s wrong?”
“You know each other?”I ask Remy.
“Yeah,” he smirks.
“Okay… I feel like that deserves an explanation,” I say.
“Oh, he was just looking out for you.Never had many issues, so there was no need to tell him much,” Rob says.“What’s going on?”
“Matthew Hernandez,” I say.
“Oh God.Him,” Rob says, rolling his eyes.“What did he do?”
“He is a client of the company, apparently,” I say.“He attended the quarterly meeting today and… He knew who I was the whole time.He basically said that if we didn’t give him ten million, that he was going to go to the media.He gave us an hour and that was forty minutes ago.”
“Oh hell,” Rob says.
