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“This can go one of two ways. You can give me the money and I can get on my merry way until next month, or I can rearrange this entire building at the click of my fingers. For the latter, I’ll allow you to pick which of us does it. Just know that I have a lot of built-up anger and not enough therapy to release it.”
Anger management was a little bit of a pastime, but I quickly realised the only way to solve my issues was to get to the root of the issue itself—which is how we’ve ended up here.
The man doesn’t argue after that. He merely takes the bag and promptly disappears, only coming back when the bag is significantly fuller.
“It’s all there. You can count it.”
“How long have you been working with Cole?” I ask, keeping it friendly.
“Six years.”
“Then you know how sour this can go if I leave and it’s not all here, right?” I ask, and he nods nervously. “Then I don’t see an issue.” I take the bag, noticing it’s heavier than the last. “We’ll see you next month.”
I take my leave, letting Sean take the bag off when I step outside.
“You’re actually quite good at this.”
I laugh at Sean, mirthful this time. “People always underestimate me.”
I know this isn’t some bonding moment between us, and Sean and I aren’t going to leave today as best buddies, but I know he sees the potential he missed when he was the new guy and I was heading straight out of the city.
“People always confuse a pretty face for stupidity or weakness. When, really, this pretty face has a pretty little brain. I lived in The Company too long to not pick up a thing or two.”
“You’re like your father.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“In all the ways that count,” he counters with a small grin.
I ignore the comment, not sure what parts of my father counted and which didn’t.
“Where to now?”
“The palace,” he tells me. “All meetings for today are over.”
That deceitful bastard.
I keep my face schooled as we head to the car, getting in while I quietly simmer over what Sean just said. I now know the reason Beckett wanted me out of the building and out of his way. After what happened with Tobias, he didn’t want a repeat.
Sean opens the door for me, closing it softly once I’m inside. My insides twist and churn with mounting anger. When we start to drive, I lean forward, ignoring Dylan as he drives, and tap Sean on the shoulder.
“I need your mobile.”
“Why?”
I roll my eyes. “Sean, don’t ask questions. I need your mobile.”
He casts a questioning look, and I frown harshly.
“Your mobile,” I state, putting my hand out for him to give it to me. “Now.”
Dylan cuts him a glance but keeps driving. With an exhausted sigh, he hands over his mobile phone and grumbles his passcode, but I don’t thank him for it. Slumping back into the seat, I put my belt back on and unlock the phone, quickly finding his boss’s number. It starts to ring, and I hold it to my ear, impatiently waiting for Beckett to answer.
“What’s she done wrong?”
He just added fuel to the fire.
“You’re a real son of a bitch, Beckett Knight. You know that, don’t you?”
