Chapter 17
Zara POV
“Zara Maverick?” The mailman asks, looking a little shocked. Okay, who am I kidding? The poor man looks so shocked he could jump out of his own skin.
I nod and smile at him as politely as I can, while the only thought in my mind is a reminder not to close my eyes and faint right in front of him. I will drop dead before I let Thane humiliate me like this and fire me over a stupid joke he’s pulling on me.
I mean, who, in their right mind, sends their employee for an important package ten minutes before the supposed arrival of the mailman? That prick is more slippery than a sea cucumber.
I try to focus on deep breaths as I dig through my bag and present the mailman with my work tag. The old man sighs but still digs through the back of his van and hands me a huge envelope of what I suppose has to be some important documents. 1 sign his papers, thank the man and walk to the stairs out the front of the building. Once I reach them, I collapse on the steps. My breathing was as heavy and rapid as it was when I caught the mailman. And yet, even now, I don’t care that I might look homeless I just ran down an entire street, all the way down here in panic. They could give me a damn break.
Once I’m sure I can stand up without fainting or throwing up, I move towards the doors I saw the security staff unlock a couple of minutes ago.
As I enter the building, I show the security guard my employee ID, and he lets me through. I ignore the odd look he gives me and hurry toward the elevators.
When I get to my floor, I walk around, turning on all the lights. Then I turn toward my desk and power up my computer. Setting the envelope of documents on the edge of my desk, I dig through my bag for a hairbrush and the small set of makeup I carry around for emergencies. Such as this.
in the bathroom. Taming my wild hair, pull my hair into a bun on top of my head. Satisfied with my appearance, I move to the kitchenette, where I get their mugs ready and prepare them for the boss’s morning coffee while making one for myself too. I dump two teaspoons of coffee in my mug and grin-this much I’ve earned after the awful morning I had. Fuck, I hate running more than
down a few mouthfuls of the warm juice of gods, I can feel the caffeinated beverage warm my soul. There’s nothing better than
cup back to my desk and focus on checking all the work emails. I send the important ones to their tablets and desktops. Once I’m done with emails, I check their meeting schedules and equip the conference room down the
to make their coffees when a childish,
fine by me! I dump his coffee in the trash and take his mug to the toilet, giving it a rise inside the toilet bowl. Snickering to myself, I flip off the cameras in the hallway. God, I hope they don’t
CCR those.
a paper towel to dry his mug before I walk to
gasp. Fuck! It’s the wrong mug! The golden lettering I mistook
detail and mess up such a noticeable
my stupid mistake when I stop in my tracks when I hear
wash the mug in front of Rhen, he might suspect my doings. What’s done is done; I can’t take away the stupid mistake I
his mug from my hand just as Thane walks
he demands. Oh, that means there will be no ‘good morning sunshine now? I’ll show him! One day
about messing with
my desk,” I stutter out, and he
“Don’t you live on the other side of town?” Thane asks as he brings his hand to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. What got him so worked up?
I nod my head, unsure if I should say anything at all. The job is done. Wasn’t that what he wanted of me?
“How did you get here so fast?” Rhen asks, and I blink at him as this shitstorm clicks together. They were looking for a reason to fire me. How dare they? I’ve been an outstanding employee. Do they not remember the state of that damn filing room and the clusterfuck they left the kitchenette in!
“I always arrive early to work,” I lie, shrugging my shoulders to make my words more believable. “Early bird catches the worm,”T grit out, infuriated by the thought that these four men were trying to sabotage me.
“Good. You can get the mail every morning,” Thane growls at me and snatches his cup. As Thane brings the mug to his lips, my eyes dart to Leon’s right as he sips his coffee.
My heart does a double, no triple, backflip as I restrain myself from showing off the devious smile that tugs on the corners of my lips. I grab my mug and walk out of the kitchenette, suppressing my laughter. Maybe I didn’t get to do the thing I planned and didn’t hit my actual target, but Leon deserves this after what he did yesterday anyway, so it’s not that bad.
“I think our dishwasher needs deep cleaning again. My coffee has a funny taste,” I hear Leon whine behind me.
I don’t bother to turn around and observe my small victory, but I can’t help but smile as I walk back to my desk. I reach for the envelope that turned my entire morning into a catastrophe and turned around to find the devil himself standing directly behind me. By the devil, I mean Thane because if the devil actually walks the face of the earth, there is no more precise representation of the source of evil himself than one of my bosses/mates.
Thane snatches the envelope from my hand, turns on his heel, and storms off towards his office. Well, good morning to you too, asshole! I thought as he slammed his door, making the windows rattle.