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“Priscilla?”
“Bastian?”
“Yeah, when she’s in the zone she doesn’t hear her phone.”
“Oh. That’s okay. I just wasn’t sure I could get to the lab without permission. The elevator seemed to have special panels with that watch thing you guys wear.”
He laughed. “Astute. We’ll get you one today. I’ll meet you on your floor and bring you up.”
“Thanks.”
I made a stop at the fridge and found a canned coffee. I cracked the top on my way out the door and nearly finished it by the time I got to the end of the hall.
The elevator opened to Sebastian’s ridiculously attractive face. I was pretty sure it should be illegal for a man with that kind of hair to also be a genius. He was wearing one of his suits, a deep blue, with an icy blue dress shirt. He grinned at me. “Well, aren’t you glowing.”
I choked on the last sip of my coffee. “Thanks, I think.”
“Considering Locke was damn near whistling when I saw him, I’m jealous as fuck.”
I stepped into the car with him with a shrug. “Must have been the vodka sauce from Marcella’s.”
“Right, must be,” he said dryly.
I laughed as the doors closed. “What kind of work do you do here—beyond security that is?”
“Why?” He arched a brow. “Looking for a job?”
“Actually, maybe. I left my old company for personal reasons. My CV is extensive, but I’ve been at the same place since I graduated.”
“Which company?”
“Hartman & Hayes Industries.”
He frowned. “Why does that sound familiar?”
“It’s mostly an investment firm. I was lead on the financial team. I handled most of the bigger cases and was actually in line for the CFO job when...” I trailed off. My fiancé boss boned my best friend and gave her the job instead.
Mostly because she was good on her knees.
Nope.
Couldn’t say that.
I was just guessing on the knees part. Marcus didn’t have a whole lot of staying power and preferred when I did all the work in and out of the bedroom. Maybe Lydia got something else outof him, but I doubted it. My ex was lazy at his core. I wished I’d seen it before.
“There’s a whole conversation going on in that pretty head of yours.”
“Sorry. That obvious?”
“A bit, yeah.”
“Let’s just say I got stepped onandover for the position.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, especially when it was by a woman who I thought was my best friend. Needless to say I required a bit of a change in scenery.”
“So that’s how you ended up from Albany to Salem?”
