Page 22 of Broken Daddy
Hayes got it. He was being threatened. But he acted like he’d been attacked or something.
“You need to wait out here,” he ordered Hayes as he walked through the waiting room toward his office. Then he stopped at his door. “After you check the office. I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”
Wow.
He hadn’t realized that Donovan was a saint. But he had to be to put up with this jerk without murdering him.
Hayes moved to the door. If Alan hadn’t run off from him once they’d exited the elevator, he would have reached the door to his office first.
“Actually, Mr. Stein, it’s locked.”
Hayes glanced over at Stein’s receptionist as she stood from behind her desk off to the side. She was an older woman, her white-gray hair twisted up into a bun. She wore a bright floral top which was a bit sore on the eyes.
“Locked?” Stein snapped. “Yes, of course it’s locked.” He drew a key from his pocket and unlocked it. Then he stepped aside and gestured to Hayes. “Well, go. I don’t have all day.”
Hayes gritted his teeth together. He wanted to point out that it was highly unlikely that anyone would be waiting in hislockedoffice.
However, he would have insisted on checking it first anyway so he headed in. It didn’t take him long until he was walking back into the other room.
“All clear.”
“Good, good. You can’t come in with me, I’ll be taking some sensitive phone calls. You can wait out here and watch me through the glass.” Stein pointed to the glass wall.
Yay.
Lucky him.
Yeah, Donovan was definitely some kind of saint.
“Doris, get me some coffee,” Stein ordered without even looking at his receptionist.
God, he was a dick.
Hayes shook his head as Stein walked into his office.
“Do you want a coffee or anything, dear?” Doris asked him.
Hayes glanced over at her and then looked around the room. This was going to kill him. He would likely need the caffeine to stay awake.
How the hell had Donovan done this?
“Yeah, thanks,” he said to Doris.
She peered up at him from where she sat behind her desk.
“How do you take it, dear?” she asked him.
“Black. No sugar.”
Doris shuddered. “Sounds terrible. You know, I’m not really sure that Mr. Stein needs more caffeine. Pretty sure he hasn’t been sleeping.”
“He’s worried about these threats.” He was also a dick. But Hayes didn’t add that part.
She shook her head. “He’s always getting on someone’s bad side. I don’t know why these threats are affecting him so much. He’s not always this . . .”
Much of an asshole?
“This emotional,” she finally managed to say.
