I made it back to my desk and I saw Jack take Coco into her office. He was in there for about an hour. Before going into his office, he stopped at my desk.
“You are to field any calls that may come in from anyone asking about Joshua or the company.”
“Yes, Jack. Don’t worry.”
He picked up the frame from my desk and stared at the picture of Hope. Without saying a word, he set it down, walked into his office, and slammed the door. I flinched.
After working on a couple of projects, I glanced at the clock and saw it was lunchtime. Grabbing my sketchbook and my purse, I knocked on the door and told Jack I was heading to lunch.
“Jack, I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to lunch now.”
“Fine. Don’t forget my coffee.”
I sighed and shut the door. “Don’t forget my coffee,” I mumbled as I headed toward the elevators. With his attitude towards me, he’d be lucky if I didn’t spill it all over his desk and leave him to clean it up. Exiting the building, I headed down to the café for a sandwich.
After my lunch was over, I went to Starbucks and got Jack his afternoon coffee. When I arrived back to the building, the paparazzi had grown in size and began to crowd me.
“You’re Jack Sutton’s PA, aren’t you?” one man asked.
“Yes. That’s right.”
“Would you care to say a few words regarding the murder of his sister’s boyfriend?”
“I’m sorry, but I know nothing about that.”
“Rumor has it that Kit Sutton fled the country? Did she know something about it?”
I sighed. They were all around me, invading my personal space and not letting me get inside the building. I looked at Jack’s coffee and then back up at the people who surrounded me. I took a step forward as if I was pushed and accidentally spilled some coffee on the guy in front of me. Then I spilled some on the person next to him and then the person next to him. They backed off as they began to yell.
“If you wouldn’t have invaded my personal space, I wouldn’t have spilled coffee on you.” I smiled.
Suddenly, I felt a hand grasp my arm and pull me back. Jack led me inside the building while holding up his hand at the paparazzi.
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“If I didn’t stop you, there wouldn’t be any coffee left for me to drink.” He smirked.
I gave him a small smile and we rode the elevator up in silence.
****
Over the next couple of days, nothing much had changed. The paparazzi were still camped outside waiting for their next victim. But when they saw me coming with coffee in my hands, they slowly backed away and let me get through. As I was sitting at my desk doing some work, Daniel from the editing department walked up.
“Hey, Lorelei.” He smiled.
“Hi, Daniel.”
“I saw your profile on Match.com,” he said rather loudly.
Oh shit.
“Really?” I cocked my head.
“Yeah, and since we know each other, I thought instead of messaging you online, I’d come talk to you in person.”
Double shit.
“Oh.” I raised both my eyebrows in surprise.
“I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner some night.”
I took in a deep breath when I saw Jack jump up from his chair and walk over to my desk.
“Lorelei, in my office, NOW!” he shouted. “And as for you, Daniel, she isn’t going to have dinner with you. Now get back to work before I fire you!”
I took a seat across from his desk and he slammed the door.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re on Match.com? Really, Lorelei?”
My knees were trembling and I needed to get a grip.
“Yes. What’s wrong with that?”
“What’s wrong with that? Do you know how many psychos there are in the world looking for someone like you to prey on?”
“Yes.”
Clearly, he was upset by the fact that I was on a dating site. It was none of his damn business and now I was getting angry.
“‘Yes?’ Is that all you can say?”
Clearing my throat, I spoke, “What I do on my personal time isn’t any of your concern, Jack.”
His eyes were now fully consumed with anger.
“It is my damn concern if something happens to you and I’m left without a PA!” he yelled.
“Then you’ll hire another one!” I yelled back, losing all control.
“I don’t want another one. You’re by far the best I’ve had. Both personally and professionally.” He realized what he had said and turned his back to me and stared out the window with his hands in his pockets.