Page 138 of Love Undiscovered
Me: Don’t play this game with me.
Kat: What game? I’m not playing anything.
Me: Oh yes you are. This is just like where you stay quiet until I talk. Except you’re saying ok until I change my mind.
Kat: That’s all on you, sweets. I’ve done no such thing.
Me: Bitch.
Kat: Aw, you do love me.
Me: Whatevs.
Me: I’ll talk to him when I get home.
Kat: Ok.
Me: Stop it!
Kat:??
Me: You know.
Me: I gotta go. I was supposed to meet my boss at the bar like half an hour ago to go over my presentation.
Kat: Have fun!
Me: I’ll try.
It’s just turning five minutes after five o’clock as I walk into the bar to join my boss, Stephen with aph, as he’s sure to tell everyone he meets. I scan the room for his balding head and see him at a small table near the back. Talking to a woman with beautiful blondish brown hair. Hair that reminds me of Helen’s, Chance’s ex. Which just goes to show how badly I need to get him off my mind. A stiff drink ought to help that. Good thing I’m in a bar. The woman leaves as I approach. All I see is her thick hair and tiny ass walking away.
Stephen looks up at me. “Remi, good to see you finally made it. Have a seat.”
“Sorry. The fire is causing all kinds of problems with traffic,” I say.
“I just would have expected you earlier, is all.”
I hate it when he speaks in conditional verbs. Which he does often. I have to bite my tongue to avoid asking him if he did expect me earlier or he just would have expected me earlier.
Idiot.
“Again, sorry. I didn’t anticipate the delays. The fire is huge and causing major gridlock on the roads. Besides, I thought this was more of a casual meeting, you know, in a bar and all.”
“Well, no matter. I wanted to talk to you about your presentation tomorrow.”
“I’m ready. My presentation is solid.”
“Good. Good. I’m going to have you run second chair on it. Donaldson is going to run point.”
“Excuse me? Donaldson as in Jeffrey Donaldson? The twerp?”
“Yes. And there’s no need for name calling.”
“Everyone calls him a twerp. He’s barely—”
“Is there a problem, Remi?”
“Yes, there’s a problem! This is my presentation. My work. My research. I know this data inside out. I can’t have some little man with a short guy complex using his overinflated ego to—”
