Page 105 of Carrying Your Lies
His pathetic gulp can be heard from my side of the desk. “Mr Rivers. Please give me another chance. I will prove to you that…”
His weak voice fades into nothingness as Savannah practically runs past my office to the elevators. She bounces from side to side while impatiently waiting for the doors to open.
I stand up, hoping to catch her, but she disappears behind the doors.
“Leave your badge on my desk. You have ten minutes to pack your stuff. Security will escort you out of the building.” I’m already out of my office before the end of my sentence. I keep my pace steady as I walk to Ray’s office. I enter without knocking.
“Where did Savannah rush off to?”
He looks up from his laptop to her desk as if only just realising she’s not there. “It’s lunchtime.”
“Do you think it’s appropriate for her to run around getting your lunch?” Annoyance seeps out of me. “She is seven months pregnant.”
Ray goes back to his laptop. “You’re the one who gave me a pregnant PA.” He looks up at me when I don’t respond. “She’sfine.”
Play nice.
“You’re right. I saw her rushing out and thought something was wrong.”
He stares at me, deep in thought, before speaking. “One of these days, you’re going to explain why you told her the truth about her father.”
And the elephant in the room is finally addressed.
There is no hesitation in his demand. I’ve been anticipating this conversation. I know he feels betrayed, but I had to play that move.
I nod my head and exit his office.
The rest of my day is spent focused on work, with the occasional stolen glance at Savannah. I love it when she leans against Francesca’s desk to converse. It gives me the perfect view of her. She laughs a lot in those conversations. She holds her bump as if to protect it from any potential danger. It’s endearing.
It’s almost 8 p.m. when we leave the office. Luckily for me, Ray asked her to stay a little later today. While it pissed me off he was making her work long hours, it meant we could drive home together. She’s quiet during the drive. She sits in the passenger seat and wallows in her thoughts.
“You okay there?”
She looks over at me. “Yeah. Just tired.” She hesitates. “Do you think Emery hates me?”
I hold her hand. I love how her slight fingers feel threaded through mine. Her skin is smooth and soft. I miss feeling her hands roam over my body.
“No. I think she harbours negative feelings towards herself.”
She stares down at our intertwined hands. “We’re only making it worse.”
I bring her hand to my lips and place a kiss. “I’ve tried to help her. I did everything I could.”
Savannah turns silent again and leans her forehead against the window. She doesn’t have to express her thoughts because I can feel the accusation.
No, you didn’t.
My blaring ringtone breaks the tension. With one hand on the wheel, I bring the phone to my ear. After confirming my identity, the rest of the words are a blur. The cars behind me blare their horn as I brake in the middle of the road.
Savannah sits up and repeatedly asks me what happened.
“Where?” I ask.
With the location in mind, I press down on the pedal and turn the car around, ignoring all the angry drivers around me. Savannah practically screams at me as I drive like a madman.
“Shut up!” I snap.
Her chest heaves as I ignore her and drive. Driving over the speed limit gets me there in less than fifteen minutes. I haphazardly park the car and storm into the building with Savannah on my tail.
