Dean Vuk does not deserve my attention.
I turn around. “Mr. Vuk.”
He looks like he’s choking on something.
“May I speak with you in my office?” He grunts and doesn’t wait for me to answer before walking away.
“Oh, kill me.” I mutter.
“That’s the first time he’s been out here without it being an emergency,” David mutters from behind his cubicle. “I’m scared.”
“I thought he was about to fire someone,” another says.
Naimah blows out a breath. “That was terrifying for no reason.”
Lifting the basket up my forearm, I turn around to face the rest of them with a well-rehearsed smile. “You guys know you’re being dramatic, right?”
“No,” David quickly says. “When Dean Vuk leaves his office for something other than a meeting, you know he’s bothered.”
By me, probably.
“Well,” I perch my hip to the side of Michael’s cubicle, and I rest the occupied hand on the opposite hip. “Lucky me, because I’m about to go deal with it.”
Naimah whispers a shallow, “Good luck” before heading back to her desk.
Scraping my teeth against my bottom lip, I think back to Friday night when I overheard him and Azar talking about me. This is what I get for being a good Samaritan—a bunch of mannerless hate from people that don’t know me.
SMH, big time.
Gregory’s not at his desk when I pass by and I’m sad about it because I’m not sure when I’ll see him again.
I knock once and head inside without waiting for his response.
A sense of déjà vu hits me from the last time I was here.
Except then, I liked Dean Vuk. Ithoughthe was nice and caring underneath the hard exterior.
Little did I know how wrong I’ve been about him.
He looks up from his computer with a slightly arched brow and I almost stumble backwards.
Goddamn it, the man needs to tone his attractiveness down a notch. I’mtryingto be cold here.
“HR processed your paperwork.”
HR doesn’t process my paperwork.
“Is that all?” I deadpan.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s all in the paperwork that HR has,sir.” I emphasise with a menacing, twitching, and undeserving smile.
His jaw ticks. “Must’ve skimmed over it.”
“Maybe you should read it carefully then.”
“Amuse me,” he sits up straight. Putting himself on full display.
