Chapter 17
Zara POV
“Zara Maverick?” The mailman asks, looking a little shocked. Okay, who am I kidding? The poor man
looks so shocked he could jump out of his own skin.
I nod and smile at him as politely as I can, while the only thought in my mind is a reminder not to close
my eyes and faint right in front of him. I will drop dead before I let Thane humiliate me like this and fire
me over a stupid joke he’s pulling on me.
I mean, who, in their right mind, sends their employee for an important package ten minutes before the
supposed arrival of the mailman? That prick is more slippery than a sea cucumber.
I try to focus on deep breaths as I dig through my bag and present the mailman with my work tag. The
old man sighs but still digs through the back of his van and hands me a huge envelope of what I suppose
has to be some important documents. 1 sign his papers, thank the man and walk to the stairs out the
front of the building. Once I reach them, I collapse on the steps. My breathing was as heavy and rapid as
it was when I caught the mailman. And yet, even now, I don’t care that I might look homeless I just ran
down an entire street, all the way down here in panic. They could give me a damn break.
Once I’m sure I can stand up without fainting or throwing up, I move towards the doors I saw the security
staff unlock a couple of minutes ago.
As I enter the building, I show the security guard my employee ID, and he lets me through. I ignore the
odd look he gives me and hurry toward the elevators.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen I get to my floor, I walk around, turning on all the lights. Then I turn toward my desk and power up
my computer. Setting the envelope of documents on the edge of my desk, I dig through my bag for a
hairbrush and the small set of makeup I carry around for emergencies. Such as this.
Hastily, I do a rush job of my makeup in the bathroom. Taming my wild hair, pull my hair into a bun on top
of my head. Satisfied with my appearance, I move to the kitchenette, where I get their mugs ready and
prepare them for the boss’s morning coffee while making one for myself too. I dump two teaspoons of
coffee in my mug and grin-this much I’ve earned after the awful morning I had. Fuck, I hate running more
than I hate morning people.
I swear, once the coffee is ready and I can gulp down a few mouthfuls of the warm juice of gods, I can
feel the caffeinated beverage warm my soul. There’s nothing better than the first coffee of the day.
I take my cup back to my desk and focus on checking all the work emails. I send the important ones to
their tablets and desktops. Once I’m done with emails, I check their meeting schedules and equip the
conference room down the hall.
As I walk back to the kitchenette, I’m about to make their coffees when a childish, evil thought creeps
into my mind.
Thane wants to speak to me like shit and treat me as such. Fine, freaking fine by me! I dump his coffee
in the trash and take his mug to the toilet, giving it a rise inside the toilet bowl. Snickering to myself, I flip
off the cameras in the hallway. God, I hope they don’t check those.
CCR those.
Then I walk back to the kitchenette and use a paper towel to dry his mug before I walk to the sink to
wash my hands.
Retrieving his mug, I set about to make the coffee when I gasp. Fuck! It’s the wrong mug! The golden
lettering I mistook for T was actually an L.
How the fuck did I miss that detail and mess up such a noticeable difference?
I’m about to quickly wash the mug and fix my stupid mistake when I stop in my tracks when I hear
footsteps coming from the
Rhen walks in first and retrieves his mug as my heart hammers against my ribcage. I quickly make
Leon’s coffee, fully aware that if I wash the mug in front of Rhen, he might suspect my doings. What’s
done is done; I can’t take away the stupid mistake I already made.
The men file in one by one, retrieving their coffees, and Leon plucks his mug from my hand just as
Thane walks in, as grumpy as ever.
“The files,” he demands. Oh, that means there will be no ‘good morning sunshine now? I’ll show him!
One day he will regret ever
thinking about messing with me!
“On my desk,” I stutter out, and he looks at Raidon.
“Don’t you live on the other side of town?” Thane asks as he brings his hand to his face and pinches the
bridge of his nose. What got him so worked up?
I nod my head, unsure if I should say anything at all. The job is done. Wasn’t that what he wanted of me?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“How did you get here so fast?” Rhen asks, and I blink at him as this shitstorm clicks together. They were
looking for a reason to fire me. How dare they? I’ve been an outstanding employee. Do they not
remember the state of that damn filing room and the clusterfuck they left the kitchenette in!
“I always arrive early to work,” I lie, shrugging my shoulders to make my words more believable. “Early
bird catches the worm,”T grit out, infuriated by the thought that these four men were trying to sabotage
me.
“Good. You can get the mail every morning,” Thane growls at me and snatches his cup. As Thane brings
the mug to his lips, my eyes dart to Leon’s right as he sips his coffee.
My heart does a double, no triple, backflip as I restrain myself from showing off the devious smile that
tugs on the corners of my lips. I grab my mug and walk out of the kitchenette, suppressing my laughter.
Maybe I didn’t get to do the thing I planned and didn’t hit my actual target, but Leon deserves this after
what he did yesterday anyway, so it’s not that bad.
“I think our dishwasher needs deep cleaning again. My coffee has a funny taste,” I hear Leon whine
behind me.
I don’t bother to turn around and observe my small victory, but I can’t help but smile as I walk back to my
desk. I reach for the envelope that turned my entire morning into a catastrophe and turned around to find
the devil himself standing directly behind me. By the devil, I mean Thane because if the devil actually
walks the face of the earth, there is no more precise representation of the source of evil himself than one
of my bosses/mates.
Thane snatches the envelope from my hand, turns on his heel, and storms off towards his office. Well,
good morning to you too, asshole! I thought as he slammed his door, making the windows rattle.