Page 10 of Catch Me
He no longer works in this industry.
I shrug. “He should’ve kept his disgusting hands to himself.”
“Anyway,” Michael says, “the fitting looked great, and everything’s lined up. I know you’re headed out to work for a few days, but I’ll see you bright and early on Monday, huh?”
I nod, and we pound hands before Michael heads off toward the elevator.
“Hey,” I call out to Michael. “She’s Rebecca’s assistant, right?”
He chuckles as if I just answered his question.
“Yeah, I think that’s right.” He holds up a hand at the same time the elevator doors open. “No, I don’t know her name.”
“Wasn’t going to ask,” I reply. “She’ll tell me herself.”
Grinning, Michael shakes his head before stepping onto the elevator. “Cocky bastard,” is the last thing he says just as the doors close on him.
I know exactly where Rebecca Conway’s office is.
I opt to take the stairs down to the second floor. As I walk, I recall the far too few interactions I’ve had with my latest obsession thus far. The concentration I saw on her face as she stood over that sewing machine, the trepidation that overcame her when she realized all eyes were on her.
But there was also a fiery passion that sparked in her coffee browns when she talked about the design choice for the shirt.
Recalling that moment makes me want to know more about her.
All of her secrets.
What makes her tick?
What else ignites that spark in her gaze?
Most important, what made her hide instead of taking ownership of the work she’d done?
“You’re fired.”
The two words stop me in my tracks. I stand just outside of Rebecca’s doorway, out of sight. Whoever she’s speaking to, she hadn’t even taken the time to close the door for this meeting.
Which, I suppose, meant she doesn’t give a damn who overhears.
“That stunt you pulled in there was beyond embarrassing.”
This conversation isn’t any of my concern, yet Rebecca is the one who left the door open. I don’t feel bad for entering her office directly after knocking a few times, startling her.
Satisfaction rolls through me at seeing the surprise on her face. But I turn my attention to the only other person in the room.
I found her.
“You,” I say without thinking. A smirk starts to curl my lips, but I stifle it as I remember what it is I just walked in on.
That’s when I turn my attention back to Rebecca.
“I must’ve heard you wrong. Because there’s no way in hell you’re firing the woman who just saved your ass.”
CHAPTER 4
Ivy
What. Is. Happening?
