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Dammit.
A second later, he races out the door, slamming it behind him.
Cal rests his forehead in his palm. “Shit. Here we go.”
The rumble from outside the conference room starts low but builds until the shouts ring through the office. All side conversations around the room cease, and everyone faces the closed door.
“This isn’t the time,” Tomer bellows.
“It’s not up to you!” Lettie fires back.
“Lettie, I said no. Not here and definitely not now.”
“Who are you to decide?” she snaps at him. “In fact, who the hell are you? I don’t even know you!”
Ouch.That’s gotta hurt.
His initial reply is too quiet to hear, but it’s loud and clear when Peggy opens the door to rush inside.
“Lettie, you know me better than anyone else. Don’t do this, sugar bear,” Tomer begs.
“Don’t call me that!”
Peggy closes the door behind her, but it does very little to muffle the heated discussion.
“Is he in there? Let me see him,” Lettie demands.
Peggy flings her thumb over her shoulder, pointing at the door where Tomer and Lettie are seconds away from a knock-down, drag-out fight. “Boss, I’m sorry. Not sure what you want me to do about that.”
Big Al stands. “What the hell is happening, Peg?”
“There’s a young lady named Lettie Holt here to see you. She said it’s very important, and she’ll wait all day if she has to. Come hell or high water, she’s not leaving until she sees you. Quite a stubborn little thing.” Peg swings her hands in frustration. “And now Tomer is out there bickering with her like we’re on the damn Springer show.”
“Clearly,” Boss mutters, taking two steps toward the door. “I’ll break it up and see what she wants. Wrong fucking day for this kind of shit show.”
Lettie’s voice sails through the walls, berating poor Tomer. “You want to lie to everyone? Go right ahead. But I’m done with all your bullshit.”
Her next sentence sucks the oxygen out of the room and brings Boss to a dead stop. “He’smyfather, not yours, and it’s time someone tells him.”
With Big Al’s back to us, the only reactions we see are the jerk of his shoulders, his spine stiffening, and his fists clenching at his sides.
Tension crackles around the room.
“Move aside!” Lettie yells while throwing open the door and barreling past Tomer.
Tough kid. Just like her father.
After taking a large step into the room, she goes stock still when she scans the rather large audience she obviously didn’t expect. She gulps and stutters a step backward.
Having followed her, Tomer stands frozen behind her. A silent conversation seems to flow between him and Boss.
Lettie catches my eye, and I give her a chin tip of encouragement. Might as well get it over with.
Her gaze fixes on Big Al.
At her father.
“Alan Lancaster?”
