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How could she do this to him?
What is her motive behind making up these lies?
I know she wants to be with him, but what’s the point of stirring up drama and rumors? Is she trying to get back at him for choosing me that night at Whiskey Barrel?
He’ll never be able to trust her now. Anyone who knows Madden knows how much trust and loyalty mean to him.
Going to the tabloids and spreading lies will only push him away more.
Maybe that’s what she’s trying to do. She doesn’t care if she can’t have him now. She just wants to hurt him by trying to drive a wedge between us.
I open my file cabinet and dig through my purse in search of my phone.
“Will you give me a few minutes, Davis? Please.”
He nods. “Of course. Just know I’m here for you when you’re ready to talk. Maybe we can sneak away for lunch. Or you can cut out of here early for the day and go grab us dinner with some wine. Lord knows you’ll need it after today.”
I nod. He’s right; I will.
“I’m in.” I force a smile. Davis nods and steps out, shutting the door behind him.
I click on Madden’s name, and cross my fingers, praying he’ll answer when the sound of his deep throaty voice hits my ears.
“Hi.” He sighs.
“I heard,” I mutter, not knowing what to say. “I just saw, and I wanted to call to see how you’re doing.”
“Honestly, I’m hangin’ on by a thread.”
I grit my teeth and shake my head. I hate thinking Hanna’s doing this to get back at him for ending things with her.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I know it’s not true. The part about you throwing the chair. You’d never do anything like that, not to her. Even if I hadn’t been there when it happened, I would know it’s not true.”
“Yeah…” He trails off.
“I’m sorry I’m not there with you. I wish I could be.”
“Soon, though, right?”
I nod, glancing down at the time on the bottom of my computer monitor.
“I still need to meet with my boss. She should be getting in the office any minute now, but I’m hoping to be able to leave as soon as possible.”
He exhales a heavy breath. “Okay, sorry for pulling you away again. You just started your job, and you’ve been busting your ass. I just…”
“Want me there,” I finish for him, and he whispers a low, “Yeah.”
We end the call, and I agree to call on my lunch break.
As soon as the line disconnects, I push myself to stand and slip out into the hallway, noting Sawyer’s office door is open.
She’s sleeked her hair back in a high bun, and she’s wearing a white dress with a red cardigan. She smiles when she spots me poking my head into her office.
“Brielle, good morning. C’mon in!” She waves me in, nodding for me to take a seat in the chair across from her.
“Good morning,” I say, anxiety coiling in my stomach, and I force a smile.
How am I going to say this without telling her about my relationship with Madden? I’m not sure if I’m ready to yet.