“Fine.I’ll forward you the information.When is his door going to be fixed?”
“Oh, it’s not broken.He said that no one here respects a closed door, even with a lock, so why bother with it?”
The typing on the other side of the workstation went quiet as we all waited for her reaction.
All we got was the sound of her retreat.I waited until it faded before swiveling my chair to face Edi.
“I need a detailed play-by-play of her facial expression from the second she walked out the door until she walked away.”
“Oh, no-no.She didn’t walk away,” Bomir said.“She fumed away.”
I grinned, loving it, and Bomir, who’d stood up to join the conversation, laughed giddily.
“Do you think she’s regretting her fit about the locked door?”he asked.
“Doubt it,” I said.
“Same,” Edi agreed.
“Ms.Elmantas,” Konni called from his office.
Bomir winked and sat down as I stood.
While I was amused and still grinning, Konni wasn’t.With a moody scowl, he skimmed an email as I approached.
“You beckoned, Mr.Steele?”I asked cheekily.
Some of the surliness melted away from his expression.
“A client of ours is hosting a business networking reception tomorrow.I need you as my plus one.It’s formal.Do you have a dress?”
“I have several options.What’s the venue?”
“The museum.”
I considered my options and knew I’d need to ask Miranda if she had anything.
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” I said.
“If it is, let me know.We can leave early and?—”
I shot him a warning look.He glanced at the open door and sighed.
“What time will the reception end so I can let my mom know?She still depends on me for meal prep.”
“You’ll be home with dinner.”
“You mean by dinner?”
His slow smile had me shaking my head and leaving.My phone pinged as soon as I sat at my desk.
K:Miranda said you should call her if you want help shopping tonight.Your mother has my card.
Me:Telling me to shop with Miranda and your card is a big mistake.
K:Make sure the dress is distracting enough that I don’t regret it.
I snorted.
