“Yes, of course. Come up in half an hour.”
Jameson’s eyes stay fixed on me for a beat longer than necessary, as if he’s waiting for me to say something. I smile warmly as I hide my anger. Maybe he’s right, and I really am a b***h. “Bye.”
“Goodbye,” he says as he turns and walks over toward Jake.
I smile as I watch the moment Jake sees him coming and how fast he jumps up from the corner of that desk. Jameson says something to him, and then I watch as Jake is marched to the elevator.
I hope they fire him. He’s definitely not worried about the enormity of this case.
Forty minutes later, I knock on Tristan’s door. “Come in,” he calls.
“Hello.” I smile.
“Hi, Emily.” He gestures to his desk. “Come take a seat.”
I sit down. “I just wanted to keep you updated on something that happened yes
