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A Bad Feeling
“Wait here for me,” The Bastard said, unclipping his belt. “I doubt I’ll be long.”
I glanced at the dashboard for the time. “Sir, I’m already outside of my working hours. You should return home with your father.”
He paused with his hand on the door and swung his cool gaze back towards me. “Would you like to accompany me instead?”
“It’s a private dinner between father and son. It would be inappropriate for me to intrude.”
“Then you’ll have to wait for me, Miss St. James.”
“Then you should be aware that I will be requesting this as unscheduled overtime and will be claiming two and a half times my pay for every minute I’m sitting in my car waiting for you, sir.” I smiled coolly at him. “What would you prefer I do?”
He held my gaze for a moment, then chuckled. “Very well. I doubt I’ll be long. Make sure you can park nearby.”
I sighed and followed him out of the car. He was instantly greeted by one of the restaurant’s higher ups, and I approached the valet with my card extended.
“Good evening,” I said, giving him my best business smile. “My name is Chloe St. James, executive assistant to Mr Black. He’d like me to wait for him. Is there somewhere I can safely park and wait in my car?”
The young gentleman hesitated. “I can park your car for you while you wait inside, madam.”
“Miss St. James is fine,” I assured him. “I’d prefer to wait in my car.”
“Uh… um… I’m afraid that’s against company policy.”
My jaw ticked.
Company policy my arse. More like the posh bastards wanted to extort a drink out of me.
“Very well.” I reached into the car for the keys and my bag, then held out the keys for him. “Make sure no harm comes to her. She’s a company car.”
He bowed his head. “Of course. Here’s your ticket.”
“Thank you.” I tucked it into the inner zipper part of my bag and turned towards the restaurant.
Ugh.
I would never forgive my bloody boss for this. Did he really think I had nothing better to do than pander to his whims twenty-four hours a day?
Never mind handing in my resignation—I was going to create a PowerPoint and hijack a meeting if that was what it took to make him see it. Maybe I’d film it as a TikTok video in the hope it would go viral.
Goddamn that old man for making written resignations necessary.
I took a seat at the bar and scanned the tables. It was busier than I’d expect for a weeknight, and The Bastard and his much nicer father were sitting in the corner, away from prying eyes.
I immediately shifted over one bar stool and turned my back to them. If that bloody man caught my eye, I’d have no choice but to join them.
I ordered a Coke Zero with ice and lemon and pulled out my phone. I had three messages from Heidi and two from Harvey, and I stared at the screen for a moment, debating which was the lesser of two evils.
Harvey.
HARVEY: Brace yourself, I heard from Cassidy about this dinner meeting. You should drop him off and run.
HARVEY: It’s about Emily Grandstein.
I groaned. I was afraid of that. Her… uh,admiration… of Theodore Black was nothing new, and I knew from keeping up with the aristocrats that her father’s business was struggling and in desperate need of an investor.
It also meant my boss was going to be furious when he was done here, and I was the one who would have to deal with it.
