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“Mark, no. I have a busy night. Family stuff.” Another lie, and I ignore his slight pout.
“Ah, okay. I’ll leave you to it. Don’t lose any beauty sleep over this place... it’s so not worth it,” he mutters as he ducks away.
Now, it’s making more sense.
He resembles a put-out little boy, sulking as he heads in the opposite direction from the bathrooms.
When I glance back, he’s gone.
I don’t dare wait any longer and rush up to Foster’s office.
“Miss Lancaster?” Miss Cho says from behind the desk. “Are you here to see Mr. Foster? I’m afraid he’s—”
She’s not fast enough to finish that sentence, much less hop out of her chair before I’m speed walking past her.
She can’t catch me before I rip Foster’s huge black double door open like I’m entering a dark knight’s lair.
Just like before, his office is dark, all chrome and slate and glossy power oozing from every pore.
Only today, the last hints of summer sun stream in through the window, bathing everything in soft red fire.
I have to admit, it’s kinda beautiful as the light spills in against the polished shadow and moody greys. That pitch-black color he seems to love might have a hint of forest green in the light.
The light even gilds Foster himself as he glances up from the screen at the intrusion, his face twisted with surprise.
It’s an improvement.
When he doesn’t scowl, he’s slightly more lickable.
A dangerous thought.
Then his brain catches up with his eyes and his face twists sourly, and all is right with his miserable, grumpy world.
“Do you not know how to knock, Miss Lancaster?”
I shut the door behind me while Miss Cho stands there helplessly.
She doesn’t strike me as the type to listen in, but I don’t want our conversation leaving this room. If I’ve come this far, I deserve a little privacy.
Mostly, because I’m about to do something highly embarrassing.
I’m going to ask this soulless gargoyle of a man for help.
I try to keep my emotions under wraps as I step forward and sink into the chair in front of his desk, steepling my fingers.
If we’re going to do this, I might as well be comfortable.
“You ignored my calls and my emails,” I say flatly.
“I was busy. Did Miss Cho not tell you I’m the boss?” He waves a hand at his screens, his jaw pinched.
“You’re not busy now...”
His scowl only deepens.
“You have no clue what I’m looking over right now to keep this machine running—which I would be doing faster if you weren’t here disturbing me.” He looks past me. “I’ve got this, Miss Cho. Kindly go make sure nobody else barges into my office.”
Hannah exits the room while I bite back my snark. Plus, the burning need to know if he’s ever been polite just once in his life.
