Page 77 of Knocked Up by My Fake Fiancé
His face flames, and he gets that kicked-puppy look again. I shake my head. It's not even satisfying anymore because he never fights back.
"Grayson, listen…"
"If you're going to apologize again, you might as well walk out. I don't care about that anymore."
"You don't?"
"No," I tell him. "It's done. I'm over it. Everyone's moved on and everyone's happy—at least, I assume."
"Yeah, yeah." He doesn't sound convinced. "So… there are no hard feelings?"
"No, George. Like I said, I'm over it. But I meant what I told Pops—I'm not going to coddle you in this job. If you screw something up, I'm letting you take the fall all by yourself. Understood?"
He nods. "Yes. I wouldn't expect anything less."
"Good."
"So, um… Marina mentioned she called you about a week ago."
I raise an eyebrow.
"What did the two of you talk about?" he asks, his voice lingering too long on the question.
"Why not ask her?"
He blushes.
"Ah. Because you don't trust her?" I can't help but tease, and I don't like myself for it—but honestly, I can't help feeling a certain satisfaction at the karma of it all. "Are you two having problems, George? Is she doing the same thing to you that she did to me?"
"No," he says quickly. Too quickly.
I chuckle. "How do you know? No, don't answer that. We both know the real answer. Anyway, relax. Yes, she did call, but I didn't even answer the phone."
A flash of relief crosses his face. "But what did she want to talk to you about?"
"How the fuck would I know? I just told you—I didn't answer."
"Right." He forces a weak laugh. "Of course."
"Is that all?" I ask.
He nods. "Yes. Yes, that's all."
But that's not the last I hear about the George-and-Marina situation. Because just a few minutes later, while I'm reviewing the acquisition documents, there's a knock on my door and Carissa pokes her head in.
"Sir?"
"I'm busy. No appointments for the rest of the afternoon."
"I know, sir. It's just that she won't leave."
My ears perk up, and my mood lifts. "Who? Jenna?"
"No, not Jenna… me."
Another voice. A voice I can hardly fail to recognize after all those years. My heart sinks.
Marina steps around Carissa and walks into my office.
