“Medical devices. I know.” What I don’t understand is why in the world Holly was sending Newman spots when Levi is in charge of their account.
“When were the spots put into rotation?”
“They were sent out last Thursday to run at peak Saturday and Sunday.”
Hold on. If they were sent out last week, then I know exactly what happened. “The Traffic Manager who sent out the spots was covering for a colleague on vacation.” Levi needed to take a long weekend to drive his sister back to college.
It really was human error after all.
“You’re the lead traffic manager. Why didn’t you take the extra clients?”
Because I’m not a freaking robot. I may be the leader, but that doesn’t mean I’m supposed to doallthe work. I have a team for a reason. “It was a heavy traffic week. I took on over half of Levi’s clients as well as my own.” Not to mention that I stayed until after six to make sure all stations confirmed. “I gave the other remaining managers two extra clients each.” The error could’ve happened to any one of us.
Rebecca winks at me from across the table, her lips lifting into an almost -mile.
The CEO blows out a breath before turning toward Meg. “You’re the buyer on the account, Benson. What can we do to appease the client?”
Meg’s shoulders droop. “Nothing. They’re livid and want to close their account.”
“Dammit.”
Newman Systems was one of Meg’s biggest clients.
Why didn’t I take their account myself?
Fergal rakes a hand down his face and then pushes back from the table. “We needed more oversight in your department, Piper. That’s why Rebecca suggested you. Get your house in order or you won’t have a roof over your head.”
I realize he meant that as a euphemism, but he doesn’t realize how right he is.
A heavy knock rouses me from a dreamless sleep. I peer up at my darkened ceiling, the low hum of the heat breezing through the vent.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
It’s three o’clock in the freaking morning. Who the heck is pounding on my door?
There it is again.
Oh god. What if it’s Josh? I am not answering. No way. He and I are done. I’m not jeopardizing everything to speak to that snake.
Bambambambambambam.
Would it really be my ex? He’s given up trying to text me and barely bothered driving out here when we were dating, so why would he put in the effort now?
Maybe it’s Elliott.
What if something is wrong? Like… Like a fire!
I roll out of bed, and sprint over to the door to peer through the peephole. My stomach bottoms out when I find a police officer on the other side.
Not a fire. Something worse.
Like a murder.
Stupid freaking horror movies hijacking my brain.
My hands shake as I slide the chain open and twist the knob. What if something bad happened to my parents?
Wait. That doesn’t make any sense. How would they know my parents?
