“Just fix this with your father,” Jonathan said. “That’s all I want. I’ll leave you alone after. I promise.”
“There is nothing to fix. I did nothing. But if you think calling my father right now and telling him you’ve been harassing me with texts and then showed up here for this conversation is going to help you, you’re nuts.”
“Don’t be a bitch, Alana. You can spin it another way and know it.”
“I’m leaving,” she said. “Have a pleasant life and figure out how to fix your own problems. Or better yet, take responsibility for your actions.”
She climbed in her car and slammed the door, started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot.
When she looked in the rearview mirror, Jonathan was still standing there staring at her as she drove away.
Pathetic.
That is exactly what he was.
She called her father from her car and he answered right away.
“What’s going on, Alana?”
“Did you have Jonathan blacklisted from getting another job at any Bond-related businesses?” There was silence on the other end. “Dad?”
“I don’t have that much control.”
“Oh, please,” she snapped. “You do. If you didn’t do it yourself, then Mitchell did. Am I right?”
“Why are you asking me this?” her father asked.
“Because I just had a surprise visit from Jonathan. He’s been texting me and I’ve ignored him. I didn’t want to talk to him and never replied. Jonathan showed up to tell me his company was sold. As if I care.”
“That was a business decision. Do you think Mitchell would sell a company to get revenge on what he did?”
“Not at all,” she said. “But Jonathan seems to think that everyone else can find a job elsewhere and no one is returning his calls. He’s got a great degree, has worked his way up fast, and we know he is an ass kisser. Even I can read between the lines what is going on.”
She hated to admit it, but it probably happened. Again, not by her direction.
“Calm down,” her father said. “You’re getting worked up.”
“Because once again something I didn’t do or have knowledge of is biting me in the ass.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Like you have already?” she asked. “I told you to stay out of it. I just wanted to move on and have.”
“Alana. If Jonathan isn’t getting calls back for resumes he’s put out, there are many explanations. He was good about boasting he was marrying into the Bond family. You were together long enough. Half his promotions probably camebecause his superiors felt pressure that was never pushed on them. That could also mean when they found out what he did to you, they took it upon themselves to say negative things that could affect his career. I don’t know, but it wasn’t me.”
“What about Mitchell or Ethan?”
“You’d have to ask them,” her father said.
Which he knew she wouldn’t do. “Whatever. I told him if he thought he was blacklisted before, his little jaunt to the island today only made it worse.”
Her father sighed. “Do you or don’t you want me to take care of this? Because I feel as if I’m in a no-win situation.”
“I don’t think it matters what I want anymore to anyone,” she said. “Do what you want.” She hung up after that, too frustrated to continue with this conversation.
The light ahead of her was red, so she hit the brakes to slow down, but then it turned green, so she sped up.
She should have looked to her left first to make sure someone wasn’t going to try to beat the light, and they hit her in the driver’s door. Everything going black when the airbag went off.
