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“The way the story’s told, she didn’t have a choice. Aiden went after her and that was that,” Rachel rebutted. “And she went to work directly for Shane Buchanan before they got married. So, she doesn’t work directly for Aiden. Justice Buchanan works for Shane as her assistant. Their wives don’t directly report to them. Michael Buchanan, on the other hand, is in charge of HR, which overseesallemployees. It’s different.”
“You know what? This really isn’t any of your business, Rachel.”
“Oh, really, Katrina?”
“Look, you’re putting a damper on my Friday and I refuse to let you do that,” Katrina huffed out. “I’m clocking out of here early like we were told, and I’m going to dance and drink my ass off and have a great time knowing that freak will probably be stuck in this building until midnight. Don’t kill my vibe. And if Michael Buchanan takes notice of me tonight, then a better night will be had.”
“Whatever, I have a meeting I have to get to, anyway,” Rachel retorted. “And you can keep dreaming about Michael Buchanan because something tells me that even if he was in the market to date one of BI’s employees, it wouldn’t be you.”
“Jealousy isn’t an attractive trait, Rachel,” Katrina snapped back.
“Exactly,” Rachel snickered before I could make out the tap of her heels.
I ducked out before they came out of the room. I sped walked my eavesdropping ass all the way to the executive elevators and pushed the button for all I was worth. A few hour-long minutes later, the doors slid open, and I darted inside hoping like hell to avoid running into those two women.
I was so pissed; I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to interact with them after hearing all the bullshit I just heard. I mean, I’ve come a long way since my violent youthful years, but my temper still simmered on the surface.
And my fuse was still non-existent.
I didn’t give a fuck about the whole landing a Buchanan thing. I was pissed about overhearing a supervisor sabotage, bully and toy with an employee who they are paid to mentor, encourage and strengthen.
When I got out of the elevator, I marched towards my office and the look on my face must have given people pause, because they were moving out of my way like rats jumping ship.
Slamming the door to my office, I knew I needed to wait until I was calmer to deal with the issue at hand. But another thing I also knew was that Sophia, whoever she was, was going to that damn party.
Chapter 5
Sophia~
Looking into the perfect face of Michael Buchanan, I lost the ability to speak.
Like…did God create him just to mess with our heads? Did he create the Buchanans to prove to the general population that physical miracles existed?
I mean…Jesus.
There were photos decorating countless magazines all over the world with the Buchanan men gracing their covers, but pictures didn’t do them justice.
Before me stood a man standing over six-foot tall with hair as dark as night and sharp brows that matched. A pair of eyes the shade of emeralds that only belonged on jewelry. He had a strong, centered nose, high cheekbones, full lips and a strong, male jaw.
He was clean shaven, and you could see where his dimples resided even though he wasn’t smiling. Michael, and I’m assuming Gabriel, also, had dimples so deep, they peeked out when they spoke. Like right now when he asked me what I was doing here.
His tall body was comprised of solid, broad shoulders, and while I couldn’t make out much with the suit he was wearing, he was wearing the shit out of that suit. I could tell he had a flat stomach and sturdy legs and all of him was standing before me waiting for an answer.
“I…I’m sorry?” I stuttered, because…how can I not? This man was beyond stunning.
He slipped his hands into the pockets of his slacks and repeated himself. “What are you still doing here? Why aren’t you on your way to the party?”
My eyes darted to the plain watch on my wrist and saw that it was almost seven. I blinked back up at him and told him the truth. “I…I’m working,” I said, sounding lamer than I already was.
“The party was mandatory with everyone leaving early today,” he reminded me.
He was saying words-I knew this-but I couldn’t concentrate with him looking at me. “Can you turn around?” I blurted out.
His brows rose ,and I swore a saw a faint lift of his lip. “Turn around?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
“May I ask why?”
