Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,86

day, but I’m always so busy in the afternoons that I forget or simply, don’t have time.

“I’m pulling the file now, sir,” I say, ignoring his question.

The computer finally loads and I’m able to pull up the appointment book to see who our first client of the day is. Anderson, Samual. I rush to the filing cabinet behind me and pull the file, taking it into his office. “Here you go. Sam Anderson’s file. He should be here in ten minutes.” I’m feeling proud of myself for doing that so quickly.

“Thank you,” he says, taking the file from my hand. “Did you remember to start your phone up? We can’t book clients if the phone isn’t working and if we can’t book clients, we’re both out of a job. Surely, I don’t have to explain that to you.” He runs a hand across his smooth, angular jaw as his lips turn up into a smirk.

“I understand how it works,” I say, turning around to turn on my phone before he calls it and finds out that I haven’t done it yet. As soon as I’m out of his sight, I sprint to my desk, nearly diving for my phone. I tap in my code and the phone resets. It’s on.

“I’m going to guess that your lack of answer means you haven’t done it yet,” he says from his office.

“What are you talking about? It’s on. See?” I pick it up and press the number one button to call his phone.

His phone rings. He answers with, “Good timing.” Then he hangs up without so much of a goodbye.

I collapse into my desk chair and let out a long sigh. Fuck. Today sucks already. After taking a moment to catch my breath, I pull up the schedule and pull the files for every client we have coming in today. I stack them on the corner of my desk, that way, with each client that comes in, their file is ready and easy to grab on the way back to Mr. Lewis’ office.

Once that task is finished, I look at my email to see the things that I’ve been sent overnight. This is usually just a long, stupid list of things that my boss would like me to do. Things like, call Mr. Easton and follow up on his last appointment, make sure he’s happy, and doesn’t have any further questions. Book appointment if necessary.

By lunch, I have made all the calls and got my list down to just a few things. I knock on Mr. Lewis’ door. “Lunch call,” I say, opening it up to find him sitting at his desk.

He doesn’t pull his attention away from his work. He just holds up a slip of paper that contains his lunch order. I walk over, take the paper, and turn around to leave, saying, “It’s always a pleasure, Mr. Lewis.” I let the door close a little too loudly behind me.

I swing by the sandwich shop and get his usual turkey breast on rye with lettuce, mayo, and mustard. After paying for his order, I grab myself a shake-and-go salad from the cooler at checkout and head back to the office to have my lunch at my desk. After giving Mr. Ungrateful his sandwich, I go back to my desk to eat. I pour my fat free salad dressing onto the salad, replace the lid, and shake it up. I’ve only had one bite when he’s calling me back to his office. With a sigh, I stand up and walk in there.

He has his sandwich opened and laying on his desk. “What is this shit?” he asks, motioning toward it.

I take a few steps in, peering at the sandwich. “It looks like turkey breast on rye with mayo and mustard.”

He glares at me. “This is not low fat mayo, Poppy. What are you trying to do? Make me fat? Take it away.”

I shake my head but pick up the sandwich and toss it into the bag. “Would you like me to get you something else?” I ask before walking out of his office.

“No, I’ve lost my appetite. Can’t you do anything right? I swear, if you’re not screwing something up you’re not doing it at all.”

“Oh, screw you Matthew Lewis the third! What kind of fucking name is that anyway? Who was you named after Thurston Howell from Gilligan’s Island?”

He looks up at me like I’ve lost my mind, but maybe I have. Maybe I’m tired of putting up with his prissy