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After Calvin had finished harassing me, I headed to Levi’s office. I parked, snuck in behind someone else heading into the elevator, and was stopped by his assistant outside his office.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m a ... close friend of Levi’s. Can I talk to him?”
“Sorry,” the receptionist said with an apologetic expression, “he’s in meetings until one.”
“Oh, uh, can I wait?”
She raised her eyebrows and looked at her watch. “It’s only nine.”
“I don’t mind. I have nothing better to do.”
She blinked but then put a kind smile on her face. “Then, yes. You can wait. Do you need water or anything?”
“No, thanks.”
I walked over to a seat and made myself comfortable, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus on reading for a good while. Instead, I took out my phone and typed a message to V.
About to do something wild. Really in character for me.
V
How wild is wild?
I chewed on my lip. V and I didn’t talk about our personal lives ever since he dodged questions on it. I didn’t want to push too hard and run him off.
Very. I can’t even tell you because it’ll open up a million questions.
Now I really need to know.
I’m just solving some problems in my life. The only issue is that I have time to kill, and I’m panicking. Any advice?
Stay calm and levelheaded.
You do know who you’re talking to, right?
I do, but whatever opportunity you have happened for a reason. You earned it.
More like my asshole brother earned it, but it was close enough. I leaned my head back, trying to take calming breaths. It was too bad I was shit at it. My leg bounced nervously, and I knew I needed a distraction. So I replied to V.
Now I just need to wait. Who I need to talk to is busy until one, and I’m waiting outside of his office. Hopefully, I’ll be able to read the time away.
I got my Kindle out and forced my eyes to look at the pages. My focus was terrible, but I was able to find a rhythm for a few minutes.
But then a door opened and I looked up.
Levi’s eyes found me instantly. I looked down at my Kindle and saw that only a few minutes had passed.
“Oh!” his receptionist said. “Need a bathroom break during all of these meetings?”
His eyes were only on me. “Amy,” he said. “What are you doing here?”
“I was hoping we could talk about yesterday, but you’re busy for a bit. We can talk about it when you’re done with your meetings.”
“They’re canceled.” His voice was firm, and I swore they echoed through the office.
His receptionist’s jaw dropped. “But it’s with the president of operations. He doesn’t cancel.”
“He did this time. I’m suddenly free.”