That explained a lot.
“Before he reunited with Sissy,” Ren went on.
Well, that was a relief.
Ren kept talking.
“I’ll admit, her attitude often leaves a lot to be desired. Lucky and Santo hate her. And she does not hide she’s attracted to Dom or me.”
Great. Just great.
Ren wasn’t done, unfortunately.
“She has also given us no reason to discipline or terminate her. I know she worked for Lee. but I saw her resume and personally checked her references. Although Lee said he had issues with her which led to her termination, he didn’t share those with me but did share they had nothing to do with her performance. Her other references were stellar. The other applicants didn’t come close. We were in a jam and needed somebody. So I agreed to take her on.”
His arm tightened and he dipped his face close.
“I see you aren’t fond of her, though I had no idea until now you weren’t, but she’s very good at her job, honey.”
“She’s a bitch,” I declared.
“That may be so—”
“No, Ren. She’s a bitch,” I cut him off to say. “The reason Lee terminated her was because she was on the phone in his office with one of her friends, who’s also likely a bitch, and she was talking trash about Jules when Jules was in the hospital.”
His jaw got hard.
I kept at it.
“Lee was not down with that so he got shot of her ass. And, heads up, you might wanna check your phone logs because they have cameras everywhere at Nightingale Investigations, and she was caught catting with her friends repeatedly.”
“Noted,” Ren murmured.
“And last, remember when I told you I wouldn’t hesitate to get into a bitch smackdown with a sister who was a bitch?” I asked.
He bit his lip and I knew it was to stop both from quirking, but I ignored that and he stopped biting his lip to answer, “Yes.”
“Well, just saying, she even looks at me funny, in your reception area you’re gonna have a knockdown, drag out, hair pulling, nails scratching bitch smackdown catfight that might be so extreme, it’ll make the papers.”
“That’s noted, too,” Ren replied immediately, but now his lips were actually quirking.
“I’m not being funny,” I informed him. “She already gave me a nasty look and nasty words and told me since you were taken, her only hope was Dom, who everyone knew had a wandering eye.”
All amusement fled his face and his eyes narrowed.
Finally.
“She said that?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I answered.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“You got that right,” I told him.
“What nasty words did she give you?” he asked, and I felt his vibe beginning to weigh down the air, but I didn’t care. If that meant Dawn would be out of his office, life and my life—forever—I’d bear the beast.
“She said she heard I had a thing with you and she prayed it wasn’t true, but God doesn’t listen to her.”