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“The company car?” I knit my brow. “We don’t have a company car, Trent.”
“We don’t?” His gaze scans my face. “Blythe calls for the car whenever I need it.”
“She what?” I fist my hands by my sides. “What kind of car is it?”
“Cadillac,” he says confidently. “The driver’s name is Con.”
“As in I’m being conned into paying for your ass to get around Manhattan in a car?”
He laughs. “Conrad is the guy’s name.”
Conrad.
I scrub the back of my neck with my hand. “Get yourself a MetroCard. You can expense the cost. Your free ride is officially over.”
“Seriously?” His brows shoot up. “You want me to take the subway today?”
“Unless you’d prefer to run.” I point to my office door. “You need to be uptown in thirty-five minutes. Get moving.”
“Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath as he opens the door and walks out.
“Blythe,” I yell her name through the open doorway. “I need you in here now.”
I watch as she lazily closes the distance from her desk to my office doorway. I wait until she’s stepped over the threshold before I say another word.
“Shut the door behind you.”
She gives it a push with her foot sending it slamming shut. “I pissed you off again, didn’t I?”
I stare down at her. She’s wearing a yellow dress with white polka dots. The woman has no shame when it comes to her wardrobe choices. “What’s your grandson been up to lately?”
She looks at me. “Conrad?”
Nodding silently, I shrug into my black suit jacket.
“Oh, you know,” she pauses. “Con is always doing a little of this and a little of that.”
That’s the main reason why I didn’t hire him when he applied for a junior position in accounting a year ago. He may have finished college with a degree, but his head is in the clouds.
I turned him down, listened to Blythe bitch about it for a month and then forgot the guy even existed, until now.
“From what I hear he’s doing a lot of driving for Rizon.” With a sigh, I look toward the door. “That stops today.”
“You know?” There’s a hint of resignation in her voice. “You told me I could do whatever was necessary to keep things running smoothly. Con’s an Uber driver. There are places our people need to be. It seemed like a great idea at the time.”
“People?” I glance at the clock on my wall. My attorney should be outside my door in less than a minute if he’s still as punctual as I remember. “I know about Trent. Who else was getting a free ride?”
Her gaze drops to the floor. “Me.”
“You?”
She nods slowly. “I only did it a few times last winter when we were hit with those storms. I didn’t think my arthritic knees would make it through the snow to the subway stop, so I called Con.”
I should fire her, but I won’t. I can’t. I’m holding onto her until she decides she’s done with the job.
“Trent’s not getting in Con’s Cadillac again.” I cross my arms. “If you need him to drive you to work and back home, we can set something up. That arrangement only applies to you.”
“Are you serious?” She reaches toward me but stops herself. “I thought you were going to fire me.”
