Chapter <b>598 </b>
Everyone stops, and I still in my ce. Like I said, I take my job very seriously, so anyone close to me knows not toe to my workce unless it’s important.
“Si?” Secretary Agnes calls again, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Sorry,” I reply quickly. “I’ming.”
My heart is pounding as all sorts of scenarios rush through my head. What if it’s a police officer here to tell me someone’s been in an ident?
I try to read Agnes, but her expression is maddeningly calm. I can’t read a single thing. No hint of what’s waiting for me in the lobby.
I turn to my team, and they give me reassuring smiles. It almost feels like I’m a kid again, being called to the principal’s office because Lilly somehow convinced me to do something stupid and reckless.
“Go,” Benjie tells me. “I’ll take care of everything.”
I nod and move to follow Agnes. Just as I’m exiting the door, Jocelyn mutters under her breath, her voice
“Her ancient baby daddy is probably here to give her hush money so she doesn’t b anything to his
wife.”
I shake my head. Dear God, how does shee up with such ridiculous fantasies? The lengths she goes to just to viinize me are truly baffling.
Ignoring her, I follow Agnes.
“Is something wrong? Who is it?” I ask.
She nces back with a small smile. “You’ll see.”
That doesn’t give me much, but the fact that she’s smiling at me means something. If it were bad news, it would be the opposite.
Ifort myself with that even though my heart is racing and my palms are sweaty.
We get to the reception, and there is no one there.
Agnes notices me looking around and only smiles again. She slips behind her desk. “He’s probably outside.”
I nod, bracing myself, and head for the doors<b>. </b>
The second I step outside, I spot him. Even with his back turned, I’d know him anywhere.
Everyone stops, and I still in my ce. Like I said, I take my job very seriously<i>, </i>so anyone close <i>to </i>me knows not toe to my workce unless it’s important.
“Si?” Secretary Agnes calls again, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Sorry,” I reply quickly. “I’ming.”
My heart is pounding as all sorts of scenarios rush through my head. What if it’s a police officer here to tell me someone’s been in an ident?
I try to read Agnes, but her expression is maddeningly calm. I can’t read a single thing. No hint of what’s waiting for me in the lobby.
I turn to my team, and they give me reassuring smiles. It almost feels like I’m a kid again, being called to the principal’s office because Lilly somehow convinced me to do something stupid and reckless.
“Go,” Benjie tells me. “I’ll take care of everything.”
I nod and move to follow Agnes. Just as I’m exiting the door, Jocelyn mutters under her breath, her voice
“Her ancient baby daddy is probably here to give her hush money so she doesn’t b anything to his
wife<i>.</i>”
I shake my head. Dear God, how does shee up with such ridiculous fantasies? The lengths she goes to just to viinize me are truly baffling.
Ignoring her, I follow Agnes.
“Is something wrong? Who is it?” I ask.
She nces back with a small smile. “You’ll see.”
That doesn’t give me much, but the fact that she’s smiling at me means something. If it were bad news, it would be the opposite.
Ifort myself with that even though my heart is racing and my palms are sweaty.
We get to the reception, and there is no one there.
Agnes notices me looking around and only smiles again. She slips behind her desk. “He’s probably outside.”
I nod, bracing myself, and head for the doors.
The second I step outside, I spot him. Even with his back turned, I’d know him anywhere.
Damn it. What the hell is he doing here?
Combing through my mind, I make a split–second decision. I’ll just turn and leave before he spots me. That’s better than dealing with him, right?
I honestly don’t have the time and energy to argue with him.
I turn, ready to bolt inside, when his deep voice cuts through the air.
“Seriously, Sierra,” he says tly. “Were you just going to ignore me?”
Sighing, I turn to face him. “Yes.”
In seconds, he’s towering over me, his zing eyes boring into mine. Heavens, how I wish I had the
height so he wouldn’t always get to look down at me like this.
“I think we said all we needed to say,” I tell him firmly. “So, I don’t understand why you showed up at my
workce. I thought I already made things clear when I blocked your ass.”
“You think I’d just let you go after what you did? After what you said?”
Here we go again. Him using me of things I don’t even know about. Sometimes I wonder if all the
usations he’s thrown at me over the years were born from his own imagination or some sob stories
whispered into his ear by Chloe or Brook, so he’d hate me… Probably both.
“Okay,” I breathe. “Enlighten me. What did I do this time?”
“Don’t fucking pretend you don’t know!” he growls, the sound vibrating deep from his chest.
“Apparently I suffer from memory loss, so why don’t you remind me?”
“You pped Brook!” he roars, fury radiating from him.
Right. I’d already forgotten about that.
“Yes, I did. But only because-”
He cuts me off. “So you admit it! You pped her.”
“I already said I did!” My voice rises with exasperation.
Why is it that dealing with Noah nowadays feels like I’m dealing with a child throwing a huge tantrum? It’s exhausting.
“And then you dared to tell her to leave. That you’ll soon rece Chloe in my heart and my home.”
“Wait a damn minute, I didn’t-”
He steps into my personal space, anger rolling off him so hard I feel suffocated.
“How dare you assault Brook at the mall and then spew those disgusting words? Do you know how much she cried? How humiliated she was? And then to say you’ll kick her out and rece Chloe. That’s a new
low even for you.”