ing.
“Jack, what exactly is your problem? If you want to air
your grievances, then perhaps we should ask HR to get
involved. We could do this with Elizabeth in a more formal
setting.”
Where is security? Are they in the building yet?
“We don’t need HR to overmanage this situation Ana,”
he sneers. “When I hired you, I thought you would be a
hard worker. I thought you had potential. But now, I don’t
hard worker. I thought you had potential. But now, I don’t
know. You’ve become distracted and sloppy. And I
wondered . . . is it your boyfriend who’s leading you
astray?” He says boyfriend with chilling contempt.
“I decided to check through your e-mail account to see
if I could find any clues. And you know what I found,
Ana? What was out of place? The only personal e-mails in
your account were to your hot-shot boyfriend.” He
pauses, assessing my reaction. “And I got to thinking . . .
where are the e-mails from him? There are none. Nada.
Nothing. So what’s going on, Ana? How come his e-mails
to you aren’t on our system? Are you some company spy,
planted in here by Grey’s organization? Is that what this
is?”
Holy shit, the e-mails. Oh no. What ha一ve I said?
“Jack, what are you talking about?” I try for
bewildered, and I’m pretty convincing. This conversation
is not going as I expected, but I don’t trust him in the
slightest. Some subliminal pheromone that Jack is exuding
has me on high alert. This man is angry, volatile, and totally
unpredictable. I try to reason with him.
“You just said that you had to persuade Elizabeth to
hire me. So how could I be planted as a spy? Make up
your mind, Jack.”
“But Grey fucked the New York trip, didn’t he?”
Oh shit.
“How did he manage that, Ana? What did your rich,
Ivy League boyfriend do?”
What little blood remains in my face drains away, and I
think I’m going to faint. “I don’t know what you’re talking
about, Jack,” I whisper. “Your cab will be here shortly.
Shall I fetch your things?” Oh please, let me go. Stop this.
Jack continues, enjoy
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