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“Sorry,” Wyatt says timidly, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she bends to gather the papers that fell off my desk.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say, grabbing a few that peek out from under my desk.
Wyatt stands, gathering the papers in her hands and uses my desk to shuffle them before placing them back in a pile.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I try to stop my voice from sounding annoyed, but I’d really like to just go home.
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m almost finished with the Accounts Receivable reconciliation, and I’ll have it to you probably by the end of the week,” Wyatt says.
“If anything stands out, I’ll add it to the findings,” I say, rounding my desk.
“What do you want me to do with all the pending questions? Compile everything so we can go over it with Waterman’s CFO?” Wyatt asks with an eager expression. She’s been here a few weeks; working on the days she doesn’t have class, and staying late to get through her workload. College teaches you the mechanics of business, the nature of debits and credits, how to understand a balance sheet, calculate earnings per share, but it does nothing to teach you about human nature.
“There’s something you need to learn, Wyatt,” I say, throwing the strap of my laptop bag over my shoulder as I head for my door. “Never ask questions that you don’t already have the answers to.”
“So what do you want me to do?” she asks.
Waiting by the door, I gesture for her to exit. Once in the hall, I shut my door and turn to her.
“Find the answers, and then I will ask the questions.” I give her a wink and then walk down the hallway towards the elevator.
Pulling out my phone while I wait, I see the last of Adrian’s texts making my cheeks heat. Visibly rolling my eyes, I can’t believe I let myself get so flustered in a meeting. I tap out a reply.
L: I hate you.
A: Already?
L: I was in a meeting and you…
A: I what?
L: Distracted me.
Seeing the ellipses appear and disappear angers me because I imagine he’s pretty pleased with himself for rattling me.
A: Let me distract you more tonight.
The nerve.
The elevator doors open and I get on, shaking my head. Usually when I leave the elevator is empty, but today it’s half full, so I shift to the back and lean against the railing.
L: It’s a weeknight.
A: Do you have a curfew?
L: No, I have a job.
A: Then come to the Tap Room Friday night and watch me play.
L: I’m not a fucking groupie.
Exiting the elevator I head to my car, and it’s not until I get behind the driver’s seat that I check my phone again.
A: I’ll make it worth your while.
A: And wear those expensive gold heels.
And that sealed the deal.
