Page 64 of Hell Hath No Fury
"That would make sense. He seems to thrive on chaos. I wonder what Mr. Pierce thinks about all of this," she wonders.
"You'll find out soon enough. It's almost nine o'clock. This is hush hush."
"It goes without saying. You know, I think it's going to be a very interesting day," she says with a grin as she exits my office.
"That's putting it mildly."
* * *
At nine-thirty I make my way up to the 007 trio's floor. I signal to Jamie who looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. She hangs up the phone and we start walking.
"What are we doing?" she asks.
"You'll see," I reply, and head straight for the conference room. It's Tuesday so I know exactly where they are right now. They're in the conference room pretending to hold a meeting while talking sports and eating breakfast.
I do have an agenda, but my main goal is to get some of their bacon and a croissant.
Jamie notices where we're headed and smiles. "Thank God. I am so hungry. I skipped breakfast and forgot to restock my breakfast bars in my desk."
I say nothing.
She looks at me. "We're not just going in here for breakfast are we."
It's not really a question, but I answer anyway. "Nope."
"Oh boy."
We reach the doors and I can smell the bacon. Bastards. Well, they're going to be sharing now—after I say what needs to be said.
I open the door and walk right in. All three men turn to look at us when we enter, stopping their conversation mid-sentence.
"Ladies," Mark begins. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Well, I have a bit of a problem."
"You don't say," Derrick replies.
"Don't even start, 007."
Alex winces. "We're back to 007."
"I noticed that," Mark responds. "What's the problem exactly?"
"You see, when I walked into work today, everyone stopped and stared."
"And?" Mark prods, shoveling a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.
"And then the whispers started. I got the skinny about what's being said. Seems someone leaked the information of me going home with you gentlemen—that is what you claimed to be, right?" I question.
Jamie loads up a plate and takes a seat. I snag a strip of bacon and bite into it. The guys are looking at us like we've lost our minds. How dare we eat their food.
"We are gentlemen," Mark defends. "That's why when Harry from accounting said he saw us leaving The Vault and Derrick was carrying you, I had to explain it wasn't what it looked like. We merely took care of you."
I swallow and point the bacon at him. He winces.
"I might believe you if there was a 'Harry' in accounting."
"You can't know every employee who works here," Derrick cuts in.
