Page 101 of His Secret

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Page 101 of His Secret

“That’s it?”

She looks confused. “I mean, we talked a little about the area and the house. He was just asking how things were going, Adrian.”

I fight the scoff that threatens to come out. “What else did he ask about?”

“Just how you were liking your job.” She plays with theplace mat. “Oh, I told him how your boss is our neighbor, and how that’s a crazy coincidence.”

“What?” I exclaim, putting my food down. “Why are you telling him about my life, Charlotte? I moved so he wouldn’t be so heavily involved, and now he has a little spy in you.”

“I’m not spying,” she shouts, standing up. “He cares about you. He’s just checking on you.”

“I don’t need him to. You should know we don’t have a strong relationship.”

“Yeah, well you don’t seem capable of having strong relationships with anyone,” she spits before turning and fleeing upstairs.

I sigh and rub my head, wishing I was still back in Vegas.

At work the next day, I find myself scanning the room for Matías. Right before lunch, my phone rings on my desk.

“Hello?”

“Adrian.”

“Mr. Cruz,” I say, a smile on my lips.

“Can you meet me in my office, please?”

“Yes, sir.”

He clears his throat before hanging up.

Instead of sprinting across the floor like I want to, I take my time and casually make my way to his door, giving it two knocks before turning the knob.

“Yes, sir?” I say before stepping in.

He grins at me from behind his desk. “Please, come in.”

I close the door behind me and walk toward him.

He has lunch on his desk. Enough for two.

“Thought we could go over some paperwork,” he says with a small grin.

“Oh, of course.” I sit in the chair on the opposite side of his desk. “We mustn’t get behind on paperwork.”

He hands me a Styrofoam container with a crooked smile on his face. “How are you?”

“Good. You?”

I open it up and find a turkey club inside.

“Pretty good. I was going to text you last night, but…”

He lets the sentence end there, because he doesn’t need to finish in order for me to understand what he’s getting at.

“Oh. Well, I always have my phone on me.” I look him in the eye. “So you can text whenever.”

“Good to know.”




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