He sighed and took another sip of his coffee. We were in his office. It was nine in the morning. And I was majorly pissed off. So was he. “I’m telling you, Ronan, I don’t know where this is coming from,” he said for the millionth time. “I haven’t even heard about this since you ambushed me in the coffee shop, followed me into the elevator, and screamed at me as we walked down the hall.” “Are you sure?” I asked again. He looked at me with one of those Oh Please, Give Me a Fucking Break looks. Okay, so he didn’t know anything about it. “Oh,” I suddenly said. “What?” “Abby and Mara had their heads together at dinner the other night. As I left, I remember looking back and seeing them.” “You finally got an invite, huh?” “Nope,” I said. “Crashed it. Abby and Marcus weren’t happy, but Richardson was happy to see me and Mr. Byzan, to be honest with you, seems like a pretty nice guy.” “And Mara?” “All over Mikalo, drunk, angry, spiteful, desperate, and pathetic.”
