When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 35

The coffee cup shattered into pieces, splattering shards that nicked my calf.

Lina gasped from the side while Bill paused, stunned. I knew Bill was angry, but not out to get me.

Then, Clyde burst through the door.

Kayla gave me a disdainful look and deliberately touched the diamond necklace around her neck.

Clyde's face was a storm cloud as his gaze bore into me. "Told you to chat with Mr. Jenkins about the plan, and you can't even manage that?"

He then turned to Lina. "What are you waiting for? Go fetch the first-aid kit."

I stopped Lina, opting for a quick dab with some tissues. "It's nothing, just a minor issue. Let's focus on the project."

Family embarrassments should stay behind closed doors. Clinching the deal was paramount.

At least to me, the cut didn't hurt one bit.

Draped in the latest from the Lauren collection and sporting somewhat over-the-top luxury jewels, Kayla flashed Bill a sweet smile. "Mr. Jenkins, you know what? Mr. Patterson heard you were coming and specifically had me pick up a gift for you. He mentioned you lost a diamond from your pen last time. It is the newest model, specifically selected for you."

She pushed the gift box toward Bill, and Bill's expression softened after inspecting the pen.

Kayla might not be the most socially adept, but a young, attractive secretary greeting you with a smile tended to soften even the most hardened executive.

And considering she was Clyde's darling? Even Bill could see Clyde's softened stance toward her. She also brought fruits and drinks, acting every bit the hostess.

Bill's people cast odd glances my way, but I focused on introducing our project. The meeting ended with everyone satisfied, and I let out a sigh of relief.

But right after our guests left, Clyde's reprimand filled the air. "Melanie, how could you botch such a simple task? Isn't project design your forte?"

"I wasn't aware of the meeting." I turned to him, my expression blank.

The old Clyde never used to blame others for his mistakes. Glancing at Kayla's gleaming necklace, I understood. Buying her trinkets had delayed their return. He couldn't fault Kayla, so I became his scapegoat.

But I wasn't willing to play that role. "Mr. Jenkins called you a dozen times, but you didn't pick up. That's not on me."

It wasn't my fault. Not only had Bill tried to reach him, but I was sure the Administrative Department had as well. But why didn't he answer?