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She rushed behind Jared, weighing her options. Trey had saved her once, but it was when Rogue had no valid reason for firing her. Now, she’d given him one. Dahlia walked past Rogue’s security lined up at his door. As usual none of them even looked at her. Jared stopped, knocked on the door, and grabbed the handle, looking her straight in the eyes and mouthed, “Lie.”
Dahlia drew in a deep breath, which did nothing to settle her nerves, and when the door opened she walked in. She barely got through it when his loud, vibrating voice echoed off the walls.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
Dahlia flinched then rushed forward, stopping in front of his desk. “I’m so sorry, I tried to get someone to cover and didn’t realize I couldn’t when I’m scheduled for the balcony and…”
Rogue slammed his hand down on the table causing it to shake and the liquor in his glass swish to the rim.
“Where the fuck were you?”
Lie!
“Um, there was an emergency, and I uh—”
“You can’t pick up a fucking phone?”
“I called.”
“Who?”
Lie!
“I spoke to Sloane about an hour ago,” she blurted.
“Yeah?” He smirked. “Well, let’s get her ass in here now!”
“She’s not here yet,” Dahlia said.
Rogue reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, tapped the screen, and held it up to his ear. Dahlia hadn’t been able to reach Sloane, and she’d hoped the same could be said for Rogue. However, luck was on his side, and the corner of his mouth curled.
“Where the fuck are you?” There was a slight pause. “Just walking in? Get your ass up to my office now!”
Rogue tossed the phone on the desk, sat back in his seat, and stared back at her.
Oh shit. The minutes felt like hours, and she racked her brain, trying to come up with a plausible plan to backtrack. I’ve got nothing.
“Hi!”
The blood drained from her face, and Dahlia closed her eyes when she heard the chipper tone and rushed steps, sidling up next to her.
I’m screwed.
“Hey, Karia had the baby! It’s a boy, and he’s so cute.” Sloane tone spiked as she gushed. “You wanna see a picture? I took tons.”
Dahlia pried her eyes open just in time to see Rogue’s menacing glare pin down on Sloane.
“What the… No, I don’t wanna see fucking pictures of this kid!” Rogue roared so loud Dahlia was surprised the art on the wall hadn’t shifted.
“Is there a problem?” Sloane asked, glancing between her and Rogue.
He pointed at Dahlia. “You get a call from her?”
Sloane jerked her head. “Oh, it was so crazy with Karia being rushed to the hospital. I haven’t even checked my phone because after I saw them, I had to rush down to the embroidery store with the name, date, weight, and…”
“Sloane!” Rogue shouted. “Did you fucking talk to her?”
Poor Sloane. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes widened, and her head bobbed. Not a nod, not a shake. It was an odd, indifferent movement. It could go either way. It was as if she was trying to gauge the situation and piece together the scene without having any details. She slowly peeked over at Dahlia, then turned to Rogue.
