Chapter 5: Angel
Rereading the termination of contract between me and my former client, I felt my blood boil again. That smug, arrogant bastard had invoked clause forty-one of my contract withmyclient and emailed it to Clark’s lawyers and copied me in.
Hecopiedme in. No discussion. No forewarning.Nothing.
Clark had received the call as I drove him home, and I hadn’t known anything.
Then, when we got to his house, Charlie fucking Woodcott was having sex with Sasha in the freaking living room. Clark had simply stood there until his wife saw him, and then he had turned to me, and with a look of complete betrayal, he had simply walked out, while Sasha screamed at Charlie for setting her up, and Charlie merely laughed at her.
I had no idea where Clark was, and technically, it was no longer my business, but unlike the man who owned this agency, I had a heart.
It had been an absolute shitshow of a day, and then the complete asshole had carried on with his phone call as he watched me get closer and closer to losing my temper, while wearing that ever-present smirk.
I needed to quit.
But I refused to leave.
Seriously, I needed to get another job. I couldn’t go on like this.
But that would mean the bastard won, and I refused to let him win.
He made me miserable.
But . . . I loved my job.
Groaning, I dropped my head into my hands as I rested my elbows on my desk.
The gnawing in my gut about Clark was too much. I needed to find him. Pushing myself off my seat, I grabbed my purse and my tablet and headed for the elevators. I’d try the clubs I knew he drank at, and if the worst came to the worst, I would phone his coach.
“Where are you going?” The smooth silkiness of his voice made my hands fist at my sides.
“Out.” I refused to look at him as he stood behind me.
“He got picked up,” Onyx told me.
Could I trust him? No. Turning, I forced myself to look at him. He was so relaxed, one hand in his pants pocket, his black shirt accentuating his healthy tan. “By who? The police?”
“Charlie.”
He had absolutely no respect for anyone. “You sentCharlieto pick up the guy who just caught him screwing hiswife?”
Onyx shrugged. “Not the first time Clark’s caught his wife in a compromising position, won’t be the last.”
“You’re a heartless bastard.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s not something to be proud of,” I snapped at him. “How could you do this? You terminated without even talking to me about it.”
“When it comes to the reputation of this agency, I will do whatever it takes.” His eyes were cold as he looked at me.
“It’s common decency to tell me first. It’s called respect.”
His smirk got bigger. “Ah, I see, but since I don’t respect you, then are you really that surprised? I mean, honey, I didn’t even respect you in the morning six years ago, you think that’s changed?”
Bastard.
Looking past him, I saw that the office was silent. The few other staff members were frozen on the spot, either becausethey were too busy listening or scared to draw attention to themselves.
