Page 61 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
Bonnie
I can’t remember thelast time I felt this nervous.
I and five other interns and staff trainees left New York early this morning and arrived in L.A. shortly before 1 p.m.
The others went to their hotel rooms to freshen up, but I came straight to the venue to ensure that the setup was right, and I’ve just realized my mistake.
When I tried to open the program, it was impossible. The guys on the organizing team, are telling me that there’s nothing they can do. They already sent emails to myself and my boss warning us of the incompatibility of their graphics processing unit.
I had nothing to say to that. Ethan kept telling me I’d messed it up, but I didn’t listen. I’d been so angry with him, and Jordan for that matter, that I’d plowed through the past week on fumes of anger, not even bothering to check if Ethan was telling the truth.
So, this is the last thing I need to happen.
Only two days ago, he’d texted me, and I blocked him. I should have known it was important if he’d pulled my personal details and contacted me on a weekend.
Shit. I’m in trouble.
I call Jordan. Thankfully he answers almost immediately.
“Hey, Bonnie, how’s L.A? Everything set for the expo?” He sounds cheerful. He’s always had my back from the start, even when Ethan vehemently kicked against Dreadlite. I feel so awful having to disappoint him now.
“That’s kind of the reason why I’m calling. Jordan, there’s a bit of a snag. I’m really sorry.”
“What’s the problem?” he asks, his voice tinged with worry.
“The program won’t work with the driver they’ve got here. I changed it a bit because I wanted to present it in VR, but I used a different graphics driver to what’s compatible here and I can’t change it back now.”
“Shit. That’s one hell of a problem. When does it start? How can I help?”
“I’m not sure. I thought maybe Sajid could help rewrite it and send it to me remotely.”
“Sajid isn’t here today, Bonnie, he’s off sick. And I can’t do much about Dreadlite. Not within the timeframe you’ve got.”
Jordan had not been involved with the build of Dreadlite at all, so his knowledge of the program is limited. Besides, that’s not his specialty. It’s more of Ethan’s and Sajid’s.
Crap. “Oh, God, I’ve fucked it all up. Jordan, there has to be a way to fix it.”
“Er…Ethan is here,” he suggests. His hesitation is proof he already knows what my reaction will be.
My heart slows to a stop. Ethan hates me, and Jordan has been fighting my corner, insisting I was right for the job, but here I am, proving Ethan’s concerns were founded.
“Isn’t there anyone else? A junior partner even?” I plead.
“Bonnie, Ethan’s the one you need to fix this mess,” Jordan insists.
“What can he do?” I ask, my heart in my throat.
Jordan huffs out a laugh. “What can he not do? Problem is, he won’t be happy about this.”
“I know!” A sob escapes me. “Jordan, he told me this would happen, and I didn’t listen to him because I thought he was just nitpicking. He might not want to help me now and might even fire me.”
“He can’t fire you, not without going through me first. Let me speak to him, okay? We’ll work something out, hold tight,” he says.
Jordan calls me back exactly thirty-two minutes later, while I’ve been going out of my head with worry and panic.
“He’s coming,” he says simply.
“What? He’s not rewriting it?”