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I glanced around again, anxiety getting the better of me. No one seemed to be paying us any attention, and my bully spoke in a low tone that was meant just for me. People bustled past, but they were far more concerned with their caseload than my private war with Gavin.
A war that I was losing.
Badly.
To my horror, a lump formed in my throat, and my eyes burned. No no no! I couldn’t cry in front of Gavin.
But after the terrible events that’d taken place in less than twenty-four hours, all my emotional strength had been tapped out.
His grin turned nasty, splitting his handsome features into something monstrous. “Aw, are you going to cry? I knew you weren’t cut out for this internship. No way did a mouse like you qualify on merit. Do you know how hard I had to work to get this gig? And your daddy probably placed one phone call to his buddy Callahan and ensured your placement here.”
“Oh, shut up!” I snapped, completely losing my tenuous composure. “You’re not some disadvantaged underdog. You’re a spoiled brat, and I wouldn’t be surprised if your dad was the one to grease the wheels to secure your placement. He probably couldn’t stand the prospect of everyone realizing that his precious son is a stupid, entitled douchebag.”
“Miss Fitzgerald.” Mr. Callahan’s voice cracked through my tirade like a whip. “I’ll see you in my office.”
All the blood drained from my face, and my stomach dropped to the floor.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. My boss had heard me berating a colleague. I’d called Gavin a douchebag right in front of him. No one had heard my bully needling me, but he’d riled me enough that I’d raised my voice in impotent fury. I’d been desperate to hurt him like he’d been hurting me, but I’d only given him what he wanted.
His malicious grin remained fixed in place, his eyes flashing with triumph. He stepped in close, making sure I felt his intimidating presence. At six-foot one, he towered over my five-foot four frame.
Memories of when he’d used that size to his advantage assailed me. At our elite private school, he had been the popular golden boy and the ringleader of my numerous tormentors. I’d been an obvious target: the awkward kid with a dead mom and a famous dad who didn’t quite know how to raise a girl. Ever since we’d both landed the same internship, it’d taken all my willpower to resist Gavin’s renewed cruelty. Today, I’d finally cracked.
I hated that he could make me feel like this again. I’d worked so hard to overcome this weakness, but my awful ordeal with Max had made me far too fragile this morning.
“Enjoy getting fired,” Gavin said in a low, almost intimate whisper. He waited until a tremor raced over my skin before turning on his heel and strolling away like he hadn’t just ripped me to shreds.
“Allie,” Mr. Callahan prompted, already halfway to his office.
I cringed and followed him on leaden legs, feeling as though I was headed for the gallows. I was so getting fired. That office door would close behind me, and I would be scolded before being told to pack up my desk. All my dreams and determination to make my own way in the world crumbled inside my chest.
Somehow, I made it into his office. The soft click of the door closing behind me clanged through my body like a prison cell locking me in and sealing my fate. My internship was over. My reputation was destroyed.
I sank my teeth into my lower lip to stop it from quivering. I stared at a spot on the worn blue carpet, unable to meet Mr. Callahan’s disappointed gaze.
“Is Gavin bothering you?” he asked.
I blinked, sure I must be misinterpreting his gentle tone. He sounded almost concerned, but that couldn’t be right. I’d just insulted a coworker in the middle of the office.
“You can tell me,” he said, still sounding bafflingly reassuring. His gray eyes were soft and warm, and the fine lines around his salt and pepper moustache drew deeper with worry. “I doubt you called him a douchebag if he didn’t deserve it.” His lips quirked up at the corners, as though he was fighting a smile.
Then he turned suddenly grim. “If Mr. McCrae is being inappropriate with you, tell me now, and I’ll handle it. I don’t tolerate workplace harassment.”
A confession teased the tip of my tongue. My life would be so much easier if Gavin were fired. I wouldn’t have to see him at all. We didn’t go to the same university; he’d chosen Harvard, whereas I’d had enough of hyper-elite schools and ruthless rivalries. It was just bad luck that our families ran in the same circles, and he’d gone for the same prestigious legal internship that I’d applied for.
