Page 36 of Wolfish Player
Hitting the lights, I drop my bag to the floor and head to my bedroom.
As tempted as I am to flop onto the bed and let tears flow onto my pillows, I refuse.
I plop down into the chair in front of my desk and power on my desktop. Logging into the cloud, I open my two works-in-progress and set a timer.
Fuck Adrian.
If he won’t give me exclusivity, that’s fine. My characters will.
THE CEO
ADRIAN
I sent a car for you.
Get in so we can finish our conversation from the other night.
Answer the phone, Heather.
Irefuse to send her another text.
Today, anyway.
She still hasn’t answered any of the ones I sent yesterday.
She has to come into work tomorrow, so I’ll deal with her then…
THE CEO
ADRIAN
“Can you tell Miss Barrett to come see me, please?” I ask Theresa the moment I step into the office Monday morning. “I need to talk to her about something important.”
“She called in sick today. She sounded really bad.”
“She’s faking it.”
“Doubtful.” She eyes me curiously. “I saw her via FaceTime and she looked like shit.”
“She doesn’t have any sick leave…” I refuse to believe it. “She hasn’t been here long enough to earn any.”
“She’s using some of her paid time off via her perks,” she says. “She left me a stack of completed work, so if you tell me what you’re looking for, I can get it up here for you.”
“It’s a personal matter.”
“Don’t tell me you’re hounding her about her book again.” She crosses her arms. “You promised you wouldn’t.”
“It’s not that.”
“Then why would I care what she’s—” She stops mid-sentence, judging me with her eyes. “You didn’t…”
“Didn’t what?”
“Are you sleeping with her?”
Not anymore.“No.”
“You are!”
