Abigail
One of the decorators with dyed pink hair and ridiculous small round glasses on his nose was seated at Finnegan’s desk, typing rapidly on the keyboard.
There was no way that was part of redecorating the office. The boss’s personal computer was off limits to everyone but himself.
"What are you doing?!"
He froze, his eyes widening behind those tiny glasses. I crossed the office in six strides, my eyes moving from his hands to the screen and back. "I said," What are you doing at Mr Wolfe’s desk?"
He pushed back from the chair, stuttering. "I was just uh-"
"Lem guess you were just warming up because you wanted to decorate his wallpaper?" I spat, glancing behind when I heard Gina’s heels on the carpet. Her right eye twitched in irritation then in one blink it was gone.
"What on earth?" She declared. "What are you doing at my son’s desk? Who authorized you to touch that computer?"
The man opened his mouth but she held up one hand, her green eyes cutting to her funny looking guard or butler that had walked in with her. "Take him away."
"Wait," I whipped around to face her. "Mrs Wolfe, we need to find out what he was doing on the computer."
"I am responsible for this team." She huffed, holding her nose up in the air like she was the bloody queen.
"I will deal with him. If you would like to continue overseeing the remodelling, Miss Kellerman, be my guest. I’ll handle this myself."
And just like that, she strutted out of the office with the guard steering the man ahead of her, leaving dazed as the door clicked shut behind them.
I stood in the middle of Finnegan’s office and watched them go through the glass.
Okay, that did not make sense. The man was obviously doing sothing wrong like spying. He should be handed over to the police.
Why did it feel like Gina was not going to hand him over to the police? The other decorators moved around in the huge office as if nothing had happened which was even more suspicious.
Why were they not even panicking in any form? They couldn’t be that dedicated to their job that finding out your fellow worker was trying to break into Arica’s top CEO’s computer was nothing.
My eyes narrowed at them warily before stalking around the desk to check on Finnegan’s computer. I clicked to the recent Activity section in the computer to see the files accessed, programs that were opened but there was nothing.
The activity log was clean.
Either he hadn’t gotten in or whatever he had accessed had been wiped in the thirty seconds between walking in and now.
Oh god, now I sounded as paranoid as Cole.
I pushed back from the desk slowly and glanced around at the room. The decorator team moved around .
They hung curtains across two of the glass walls, the heavy fabric blocking the view from outside. They changed the carpet to a deep green colour almost matching Finn’s eyes if I could say.
He was going to lose his shit over all the changes.
Yeah, because you know him that well, a voice in my head mocked. A pang filled my chest. Maybe I should just turn in my resignation.
The door opened and the hot mouthwatering scent of Tom Ford hit first. My entire body got flooded with warmth. My pulse spiked, and every nerve in turned toward the door.
He was here. His green eyes were fixed on . Oh, oh no he was here to fire , I just knew it. He hadn’t shown up to work all day and ca at the close of work? Not good, not good, a voice in my head scread.
The decorating team greeted him and continued working. He barely spared them a glance as he crossed the office, the gap between us reducing rapidly.
My breath snagged, hitching each ti he got closer.
"Abigail." His deep voice rumbled, wrapping around , washing over my skin.
He was back. I dropped my eyes, fighting the tears. I would not cry dammit, he could hate all he wanted, I would not cry.
Tilting my head up, I held his gaze and replied in the calst voice I could muster. "Welco back Mr Wolfe. Would you like a briefing on the past two days?"
Ding ding, at least I wasn’t crumbling like a cookie at his feet.
His face fell, his brows pulling into a frown. "We’ll talk in the elevator,"
"I’m fine here," I grumbled, then gasped when his hand grabbed my elbow.
He steered toward the door, heat rolling off him in waves, past my desk towards the elevator.
I held my breath as the doors slid open with a tallic whine. We stepped in and as soon as the doors closed, he hit the hold button and in a flash, pinned against the wall.
I gasped as my back t the wall while he lood in front of with both hands braces on either side of my head. His face dropped to re teasing inches away.
"What was that?"
I blinked rapidly. What on earth was going on? Did I miss sothing? Was this him just being a jerk because he was mad at ? "What are you talking about?"
"In there." His jaw ticked, green eyes glazing as they searched my face. "Welco back Mr Wolfe? What was that?"
I shook my head slightly. "I don’t understand what you’re saying, Mr-"
"Fuck, don’t fucking call that, you had my cock between your tits so four days ago. Why are you being cold to ?"
My jaw dropped in surprise. "I thought that was what you wanted!"
"Why the hell would I want that?" He rasped, his frown deepening.
The tears hit the corners of my eyes. "Oh I don’t know, maybe because you ran off after that night?! I thought you were angry with . I thought you hated ."
His green eyes softened and my stomach did a thousand backflips. Oh god, had I read the situation all wrong?
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