muscular naked torso of Mister BoxTroll. These probably aren't even his real pictures. If they aren't, that will give me something else to bitch at him about.
I go through his pictures one at a time and save them to my desktop. Then I open up Google image search and drag the first one into it. Immediately, I get a hit. My mouth falls agape and a cold shiver of disgust rolls down my spine. There's a head attached to these pictures, and it belongs to none other than the stuck-up client from yesterday, Alfred Barnes.
To make sure I'm not imagining things, I check the next picture. Same guy. Next picture. Same guy.
Is this motherfucker stalking me?
While he's sexy as hell, the fact that he tracked me down online is creepy. This guy is a restraining order waiting to happen. And it will happen if he doesn't leave me alone. He would not be the first disgruntled client that I've had to call the cops on.
I click on one of the pictures and am taken to a Facebook page. The name on the page doesn't match the man I'm looking at. Colton Larsen. It's probably a fake account.
I go back through and click on the other pictures, but they all point to the same Facebook page.
Confused and curious, I scroll through the information. Thankfully, the profile is public, so I can see a lot of the details. It says this guy is the CEO of The Larsen Corporation. He's twenty-nine years old and single. With over one thousand friends, I doubt the profile is fake. What in the hell is going on?
Freddie pokes his head into my office and knocks on the door. Instantly, I lower my phone, hoping that he didn't catch me. Not like it matters. He doesn't care much what we do between clients, and I don't have one scheduled to come in for another hour.
“ Ember.” His expression is stoic, and I instantly get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“ Yes, sir?”
“ Office meeting in the break room.” He gestures over his shoulder and then disappears.
I deflate, glancing at the clock on my computer. It's rare that Freddie schedules meetings in the middle of the week. This must mean someone fucked up badly. He's probably going to address the issue with Mister Luis' botched background check. Freddie is good about calling everyone into a meeting to discuss one person's screw up. I suppose he sees it as a way not to single someone out. I think it's a bit pointless, though, when the issue doesn't relate to all of the departments.
Oh well, at least it will help to kill time before my next appointment.
I stand and flatten the wrinkles out of the front of my blouse and pencil skirt before heading to the break room. There are plenty of empty seats, so I take one toward the back and wait for the meeting to begin. Freddie stands at the front of the room looking nervous. One of the corners of his shirt is untucked from his pants, and his dark hair is disheveled, a sign that he's been running his hands through it. His eyes dart around, but they don't linger on any one person for too long.
Once everyone is seated, he takes a deep breath. “I'm sorry to call all of you in here on such short notice, but I have an announcement to make. This morning, I sold Full Hearts Matchmaking Service to another company.”
Gasps erupt from the room. My mouth falls open as I'm blindsided with the rest of my co-workers.
Freddie holds his hands up. “Now I know what you're all thinking. There are going to likely be a lot of changes in the coming weeks. Some of you may be promoted. Some of your positions may be phased out.
"Friday will be my last day with the company. On Monday, a new management team will be coming in to take over. I want you to treat them with the utmost respect.
“ I want to let all of you know that I've greatly enjoyed my last five years working with you guys. It has been an adventure building this company from the ground up, and I have every confidence that Full Hearts Matchmaking Service will continue to be successful under The Larsen
I go through his pictures one at a time and save them to my desktop. Then I open up Google image search and drag the first one into it. Immediately, I get a hit. My mouth falls agape and a cold shiver of disgust rolls down my spine. There's a head attached to these pictures, and it belongs to none other than the stuck-up client from yesterday, Alfred Barnes.
To make sure I'm not imagining things, I check the next picture. Same guy. Next picture. Same guy.
Is this motherfucker stalking me?
While he's sexy as hell, the fact that he tracked me down online is creepy. This guy is a restraining order waiting to happen. And it will happen if he doesn't leave me alone. He would not be the first disgruntled client that I've had to call the cops on.
I click on one of the pictures and am taken to a Facebook page. The name on the page doesn't match the man I'm looking at. Colton Larsen. It's probably a fake account.
I go back through and click on the other pictures, but they all point to the same Facebook page.
Confused and curious, I scroll through the information. Thankfully, the profile is public, so I can see a lot of the details. It says this guy is the CEO of The Larsen Corporation. He's twenty-nine years old and single. With over one thousand friends, I doubt the profile is fake. What in the hell is going on?
Freddie pokes his head into my office and knocks on the door. Instantly, I lower my phone, hoping that he didn't catch me. Not like it matters. He doesn't care much what we do between clients, and I don't have one scheduled to come in for another hour.
“ Ember.” His expression is stoic, and I instantly get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“ Yes, sir?”
“ Office meeting in the break room.” He gestures over his shoulder and then disappears.
I deflate, glancing at the clock on my computer. It's rare that Freddie schedules meetings in the middle of the week. This must mean someone fucked up badly. He's probably going to address the issue with Mister Luis' botched background check. Freddie is good about calling everyone into a meeting to discuss one person's screw up. I suppose he sees it as a way not to single someone out. I think it's a bit pointless, though, when the issue doesn't relate to all of the departments.
Oh well, at least it will help to kill time before my next appointment.
I stand and flatten the wrinkles out of the front of my blouse and pencil skirt before heading to the break room. There are plenty of empty seats, so I take one toward the back and wait for the meeting to begin. Freddie stands at the front of the room looking nervous. One of the corners of his shirt is untucked from his pants, and his dark hair is disheveled, a sign that he's been running his hands through it. His eyes dart around, but they don't linger on any one person for too long.
Once everyone is seated, he takes a deep breath. “I'm sorry to call all of you in here on such short notice, but I have an announcement to make. This morning, I sold Full Hearts Matchmaking Service to another company.”
Gasps erupt from the room. My mouth falls open as I'm blindsided with the rest of my co-workers.
Freddie holds his hands up. “Now I know what you're all thinking. There are going to likely be a lot of changes in the coming weeks. Some of you may be promoted. Some of your positions may be phased out.
"Friday will be my last day with the company. On Monday, a new management team will be coming in to take over. I want you to treat them with the utmost respect.
“ I want to let all of you know that I've greatly enjoyed my last five years working with you guys. It has been an adventure building this company from the ground up, and I have every confidence that Full Hearts Matchmaking Service will continue to be successful under The Larsen
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