Page 146 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 39
Remi
The fucking presentation couldn’t get over fast enough. For over two hours I was subject to Donaldson butchering my hard work from the last twenty-eight months. It’s not that he’s stupid. He holds his own. But it’s not his data. He didn’t run the trials. The results aren’t his babies. He doesn’t know them like I do. So when he tried to portray it otherwise, it showed.
Being slightly hungover doesn't help my mood either. And, despite how much I drank last night, I didn't sleep well at all.
So, it's with relief that I finally head back to my hotel room at the end of the day. I'm exhausted after watching the desecration of my work by Donaldson. Not to mention staying awake during the other presentations, trying to follow along with the panel discussions, and fending off the wandering hands of the lecherous keynote speaker.
What is it with men that make them think that just because you are in their general vicinity, they own the right to have you? To touch you? Just because you engage in conversation, they can then watch your tits the entire time you are talking. Or casually slide a hand across your ass ‘by accident.’ Fucking assholes.
The elevator dings at my floor and I exit, anxious to kick my shoes off, grab vodka from the mini bar, and watch some shitty TV. I get to my room and run my keycard through the lock. It beeps and flashes red.
I try it again.
Same thing happens.
What the fuck? I double check to make sure I’m at the right door.
Six one five.
Okay, one more time.
Beep. Red flash.
Fuck.
I head back down the hall toward the elevator so I can get a new key from the front desk.
“I show we just issued a new one a few hours ago, Ms. Vargas,” the desk clerk says.
“No, that’s impossible. I’ve been in panels all day at the engineering conference, I didn’t ask for a new key.”
“Maybe the notes got put in the wrong record. But I will run a new key for you now. Give me just one moment.”
I wait as she runs the keycard through the magnetizer, drumming my fingers on the countertop just to make sure she knows I’m not happy with having to do this.
“Here you are, Ms. Vargas. Again, I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
I fake smile back at her and trudge to the elevator.
“Remi!” I stop when I hear my name and look around, not immediately seeing anyone I recognize. Until he slows his jog and stops in front of me.
Trevor. Lexie’s ex. The one she’s still hung up on.
“Trevor? What are you doing here?” I ask as I move in to hug him, albeit awkwardly. “Wow. It’s been, what? Three months?”
“That sounds about right.” He looks down at his feet and shuffles them a bit.
“You aren’t the most popular guy amongst me and my girls you know.”
“That’s kinda why I’m here,” he says sheepishly. “I was hoping to run into you.”
“Me? How… why?” I ask. The elevator dings open, but I ignore it.
“I saw there was a chemical engineering conference, two hours from San Soloman, I figured you’d attend.”
“No,” I say. “I mean why did you want to find me?”
