The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: HE.LIED.

Abigail

"Where on earth is Tyler?"

The engineering floor reeked of coffee.

I had called Tyler’s desk twice from upstairs. Nobody picked, so here I was, my heels clicking on the concrete floor while an intern who couldn’t have been older than nineteen scurried ahead of me, pushing her glasses up on her sweaty face.

With the way she was glancing nervously at me over her shoulder, you would think I was a fire-breathing dragon demanding her first born child.

"He’s in the conference room with the team," she muttered. "They finished the meeting like an hour ago so they’re just, um... you know,"

No, no I didn’t know.

Wild laughter reached my ears before we reached the door to the conference room. Through the glass panel I could see Tyler holding at the head of the conference table, his jacket off, tie loose, gnawing down on a donut.

I pushed the door open.

"Abigail!" Tyler’s face split into a wide grin the moment he saw me, his arms opening wide. "Well, this is a surprise, you should have told me you were coming, I’d have prepared baby girl,"

His team’s laughter echoed around us and I couldn’t resist the tiny bit of smile that crept up my face. Sadly, I had to burst his bubble.

"Boss would like to see you,"

The grin stayed on his face for all of two seconds before it dropped. "Now?"

"Now."

He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, said something to his team that made them groan and followed me out into the corridor. The intern had scurried off.

"What’s this about?" He fell into step beside me, slipping his jacket back on. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"We just received a delivery receipt for the side mirror of the VTD prototype. It was apparently ordered three months ago, and arrived today."

His shoes skidded to a stop and his face went white. He dragged a hand over the back of his neck.

"I wrote to the company," he murmured. "I told them to cancel the order. I thought they had."

My brows furrowed. "Why would you cancel it?"

"Because the mirror didn’t arrive on schedule." We reached the elevator and he jabbed the button, not looking at me, all that swagger had disappeared off his body.

"We were three weeks to the launch and it wasn’t here, so I sourced one from a different supplier and got it in four days. It’s the same spec and the same quality. The car is fine."

"So why didn’t you just report it?"

He slammed the button again even though it was already lit. "Do you seriously not know how the boss is? Or is that some sort of trick question? He’s a perfectionist. He’ll get mad about me not ordering from the approved supplier list and I didn’t also want to go to him and say a mirror was going to delay the car launch."

"Shit," was all I could mutter as the elevator doors dinged open and we stepped on.

"Shit is an understatement," He muttered, dragging his hand through his hair. His eyes darted around warily. A thin line of sweat gleamed on his forehead and his hands trembled.

"Look just explain what happened and I’m sure he’ll understand,"

Tyler gave a dry laugh. "You don’t understand what he’s like when-"

The elevator dinged, arriving on the top floor.

The doors slid open, he straightened his jacket, pressing his lips together. "He’s going to fire me."

No, that would be too dramatic... right?

I followed him into Finnegan’s office watching him talk. That was the thing, Finnegan sat behind that desk, his usual blank look on his face as Tyler explained the whole thing.

What?!

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