Chapter Twenty
CHAPTER TWENTY
April
Friday couldn’t come soon enough. In the last few weeks Nick had already called me out for socializing too much with Miles (which might have been true depending on one’s definition of “too much”), being late twice (which I wasn’t), and sticking my nose into projects that weren’t my concern (Rick had always valued my opinions, so silly me assumed Nick would feel the same). At least I was finally learning the ground rules under Nick’s regime. It seemed the only way was the hard way. But still I felt as if my every movement was under constant scrutiny, and I couldn’t wait to get out of that office.
I was out the door like a shot at five, and within half an hour, I sat cross-legged on my bed with the computer at my feet. Several thousand miles away, Alex
