Page 12 of You Again
Chapter 6
Dash~
Scott was going to kill me.
I was running late, and I knew he’d never believe I had been genuinely struck in traffic. Scott will chalk it up to part of my protest at having to come to this damn meeting. However, full disclosure, I couldn’t fault him. I’d spent all week trying to get out of it, but to no avail.
At least it was Friday, I kept telling myself as there was no parking space for fucking miles near Salinas Advertising and Marketing. People claim the saying that the Universe was out to get you was just the beginning of an epic pity party, but in my case, it was fucking true. The Universe wanted Scott mad at me for some reason and that was bullshit.
I finally found a parking space two fucking blocks away and I glanced at my watch and saw that I was already almost twenty minutes late.
Scott was going to kill me.
When I finally made it through the front doors of Salinas Advertising and Marketing, I raced towards the reception desk. Scott wasn’t texting me back, and I knew he wouldn’t. He wasn’t rude like that. If the meeting was already underway, his phone was on silent.
I smiled at the receptionist and hoped I didn’t resemble a psychopath. “Hello…uh, good afternoon, I’m Dash Weston. I have an appointment with…”Fuck.I didn’t know who I even had an appointment with. “Uh, I have an appointment at 3:30 today.”
Her eyes glanced up at a decorative clock that hung on the far east side of the wall, and I almost winced. “Let me just check,” she said primly, and her fingers started flying over the keyboard.
Five seconds away from walking right back out the way I came in, my phone started ringing. It was Scott. I gave the receptionist my best smile. “I’m sorry.” I held my finger up. “I need to take…this…”
“Certainly, sir,” her clipped voice replied. I ignored the reprimand and answered my phone.
“Where in the fuck are you?”Scott hissed.
“In the lobby,” I hissed back. “There was traffic and-”
“Don’t care,” he bit out. “Just get on the goddamn elevator and take it to the seventh floor. I’ll be waiting.” He hung up, the bastard.
I turned back to face the receptionist. “Uh, I’m sorry to have bothered you, but…that was my brother. I know…where I’m going now.” I smiled.
Like a psychopath.
She harrumphed and went back to typing away on her computer.
Fucking great.
I found the elevators-with no help from Happy Receptionist-and thanked God as no one followed in after me. I hit the number seven and tried to reach for my inner Zen on the ride up.
As much as I detested this shit, I was still proud of what Scott and I had built. I didn’t want to embarrass him or myself with stupid shit like this. Weston Technologies had a solid reputation and the last thing we needed was for it to get around that we were unprofessional.
Okay. Well,meeeee.
ThatIwas unprofessional.
I chalked it up to Scott being older and married with kids. That kind of responsibility matured a man.“What about Aaron?”my subconscious asked, and I told him to shut the fuck up. Everyone knew the military turned boys into men. Aaron was more mature than Scott in my eyes at this point.
When the elevator came to a stop with that universal ding and the doors swooshed open, I walked out and, sure enough, an angry Scott was standing just a few feet away. His face was the epitome of composure and professionalism, though, but his hands were in his pockets. That was his tell. I knew, as well as I knew my own name, that his fists were balled up inside his pockets and if he could deck me, he would.
He was unstable like that.
“What’d you tell them?” I asked as soon as we were within whispering distance.
“Nothing,” he whispered back, surprising me. “The appointment isn’t until four.”
I was going to kill him.
“Then why weren’t you answering your fucking phone?” I whispered-yelled. “I’ve been calling and texting you to let you know I was stuck in traffic and running late.”
