Jason these two months, and use that time to find another job.
After that, I’m out.
Chapter Nine
Jason
When Opal doesn’t reply to my message, I put my phone down and rub my temples with a sigh. I’m not going to lie, part of me is completely certain that she’s just not going to show up for work tomorrow.
It’s no skin off my nose. I already knew that I had to search for a secretary, and I just jumped at the chance that was offered to me. If Opal doesn’t want to work for me, then I’ll continue doing what I was going to do anyway.
I wonder if I scared her off. I certainly hadn’t intended on offering her a job, especially considering I still thought it was best for me to stay away from her as much as possible. Despite this, I listened to what she had to say when she stormed in, and it just didn’t add up.
Then, logic had permeated emotion. If Opal was in trouble because she had landed smack in the middle of some hidden corruption within McNamara Enterprises, then I needed her at my side to identify and cut it out. In many ways, it isn’t surprising to discover some form of underhanded dealings; McNamara Enterprises is a massive company, and my father’s eyes hadn’t been able to be everywhere.
That will be the first thing I’m going to change. My father tried to do everything himself, just as he did when the company was a lot smaller than it is now, but that isn’t going to work. What I need is a group of trusted employees who can help me keep a watch over everything, then report and deal with anything that comes up out of my sight.
For whatever reason, I had gotten it into my head that I want Opal to be one of those people. But I’m also not stupid. There’s very little chance that Opal will want to work with me. And can I really blame her?
I huff and lean back in my chair, staring up at my ceiling. Honestly, this is a perfect example of karma coming back to bite me in the ass. Of course, one of the best people possible for the job is one of the people I had tormented in the past when I didn’t value said job. There is a touch of irony in there, isn’t there?
I shake my head and pull myself to my feet, yawning widely. It’s getting late, and it’s been a long day. Tomorrow will hopefully be a little easier. Part of me hopes that Opal will show up, no matter how unlikely that is, because that will be at least one thing I don’t need to figure out.
I turn out my desk light and walk out of the room. I can deal with tomorrow after I’ve gotten some sleep.
Too much on the edge to rest very well, it was a long time before I managed to fall asleep. As such, I was too exhausted to wake up to my alarm when it rang just now. By the time I open my eyes, I only have ten minutes to get to work on time.
Cursing heavily, I rush around to shower and dress, barely making it out the door – a slice of toast in my mouth as I fumble with my tie – as the clock strikes eight. Fuck, I’m so late, and that’s really not going to look good considering I’ve only just taken over the company.
I push my car as fast as I can without actually going over the limit, well aware that it would be just my luck to get pulled over when I’m already late. After what feels like an eternity, I slide into my parking spot, enviously noting how the parking lot is filled with people who were undoubtedly on time. I almost drop my briefcase as I surge out of my car, frantically adjusting my clothes on the elevator ride up to the top floor.
I’ve just brushed off the last of the toast crumbs from my trousers, stepping onto my office floor, when I hear a tutting sound that makes me freeze.
“You’re late.”
At the slightly gleeful reprimand, I look up. For a moment, I almost can’t believe what I’m seeing. Opal’s here already? After I spent all night convinced that she wasn’t going to show up? Knowing my luck, she was probably early as well, just waiting and judging me more with every second that passed.
“After you spent