Page 68 of My Secret Snowflake
“I think so. We have to tell the board,” Sebastian says.
“Kevin is meeting with Colby tomorrow at nine a.m. in the conference room. I had to give him updated budget numbers today for that meeting before I left. We should listen in,” Iris says. “If that meeting is completely innocuous, I’ll tell Kevin. If it’s not, I’ll tell the board.”
“We can’t listen in,” Sebastian says. “If they’re discussing some sort of hacking, wouldn’t they meet in their offices?”
“You’d think. But he definitely told his assistant to reserve the conference room. It’s the one with the walk-in supply closet. We can hide in there. Are you in?”
“I’m in. But I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
Chapter sixteen
Iris
Theconferenceroomhasa slight whiff of Meyer’s geranium cleaning spray from last night’s housekeeping visit. The sharp morning sun is just catching the aluminum backs of the conference chairs.
“Make sure you put any supplies that they might need out on the table,” I say. “I definitely don’t want them to find us.”
Sebastian sets out a pile of notepads as I add more pencils and pens to the leather cups on the table.
“And what are we going to tell them if they do?” Sebastian asks.
“That we’re dating, having a tryst in the closet, and we were too embarrassed to come out and get caught. That’s if they catch us. Otherwise, if they seem to be coming towards the closet, I will exit and tell Kevin what I found and say I was in the room and ran into the closet because I wasn’t ready to face him yet with my suspicions.”
It’s 8:50.
Go time.
We walk into the closet. It seemed a lot more spacious when we weren’t inside it together.
“Maybe we should move this easel closer to the wall.” I brush against Sebastian as I move it closer.
“It’ll be worse if it falls and makes a noise,” he says.
“Where’s it going to fall?” I ask. “There’s no space.”
I’m standing in the front, and Sebastian is behind me. He’s so warm. It’s like heat is radiating off him. I’d fan myself, but that’s hardly going to decrease the temperature in here. I unbutton my sweater.
We shift so that we’re facing each other, Sebastian closer to the door opening.
“We should switch so I’m closer,” I say.
“I’ll go out first,” Sebastian says. “I’ll tell them I came in here for a legal pad. You stay here.”
“And you didn’t come out?”
“Because I was suspicious after finding the hacking agreement that the cybersecurity team didn’t know about.” He stares at me as if daring me to force him to move. Somehow, I don’t think wrestling for the position closest to the door is a smart idea in this tight space.
The conference room door handle clicks.
“Turn off the light. I hear them.”
I switch off the light. Our breathing sounds very loud.
My eyes adjust to the darkness, and Sebastian puts his finger to his lips. My heart races. It’s not his proximity. It can’t be. It’s the fact that I’m spying on senior management. He’s so close. That broad chest and those shoulders. And he’s tall.
“Do you think France is still deciding between the two locations?” Kevin asks.
“Of course they are,” Colby says. “Why else would they want another presentation?”
