Book 1: Chapter 33

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my stomach started rolling as I realized this had to be the woman that I had seen Reed with.

“And can I ask who’s calling?” I asked, my voice shaking as badly as my hand that was gripping the desk.

“No, you may not. Just patch me through now,” she remarked snidely.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I hung up the phone having put the woman on hold and pressed the intercom to get Reed’s attention. Fear and anger rolled inside my stomach and my hand was trembling so hard I could barely hold down the speaker button.

“What?” his voice came whipping across the speaker.

“You have a phone call, sir,” I said.

I winced when I heard the meekness in my own voice and how easily I slipped back into the habit of calling him “sir”.

“Take a message. I don’t want to be disturbed, girl,” he growled back.

I cleared my throat and gathered myself up for another round of the verbal boxing match we seemed to have started.