The Enemy I Couldn't Resist

CHAPTER TWO :

Cold Office, Hot Tempers

I stared at Seyi as if he'd grown two heads.

"Seyi, what are you doing here?" I demanded, confused.

"I do PR," he said, his eyes flicking to Aiden. "Or at least, I did—before he kicked me out."

Aiden crossed his arms. "I didn't push you. You walked away when your lies caught up with you, finally."

Seyi ignored him. "Be careful, Elena. He'll ruin you. He ruined me."

I didn't react. I couldn't. My heart was pounding too hard. It left the office without a sound and headed straight to the desk they had assigned me. It was too tidy, too still, and just chilly enough to suit me.

The minutes inched by. Every time I looked up, I caught Aiden looking at me across the glass wall. Unblinking. Smugly calm. As if I were some puzzle he had to figure out.

I stormed into his office at noon.

"If you've got something to tell me, tell me," I bit out.

Aiden leaned back in his chair, unphased. "Is this how you're going to talk to your boss?"

"Only when my boss is following me.".

He smiled. "Still sharp. Good. I was afraid the industry had tamed you."

"I came here to work, or play your vile games."

"Then work," he snarled. "And stay out of my head."

I began to turn to leave.

"Elena," he said.

I halted, resting hand against door.

"There is a company outing this weekend. Abuja. You are going."

I stood tall to him. "Why?

"Because I said so." He stood up, low tone. "And because if you require answers… that's where you'll find them."

His phone rang.

He glanced at it and swore. Swore again when he looked at who it was calling.

"Change of plans," he snarled. "We depart tonight."