“I’m looking for January. Have you seen her?”
Georgia’s shoulders sank in my hands. “I’m afraid she’s left for the night. She came into the studio a few minutes ago complaining she wasn’t feeling well. She’s taken off.”
“Right,” I said, kissing Georgia’s cheek. “See you around.”
“Bye then!” she said, waving at me with a sweet smile. I loved Georgia.
I returned to my office deflated. When I opened my door, I was bombarded by women.
“What happened? Where is she? What’s going on?” They all chimed in at once.
“Give the guy some room!” Callum said.
I backed off a bit and rubbed my forehead, leaning against the edge of my new desk. “She wasn’t there. She left for the day, said she felt ill.”
o;Oh, come now. Last time I checked, you found your soul mate in that little incident. Don’t knock unanswered prayers, brotha!”
“Yeah, look how happy I am now.”
“Just shut up. I’m about to make your fucking day.”
We rode the rest of the elevator ride in silence. The doors opened to the executive floor and I felt an incredible sense of deja’ vu as we made our way to Peter Weathervane’s office. Jason knocked.
“Come in!” I heard Peter yell.
I don’t know what I expected when I entered Peter’s office. Maybe Jonah drumming his fingers like the evil freak he was? It sure as hell wasn’t Peter’s latest wife sitting on his lap.
“Shit! Sorry,” I began. Wait, he invited you in.
“No worries. She was just leaving.”
His wife pretended to pout and he handed over a credit card, making me want to gag. January would never do that kind of shit. She strutted out of his office, her short skirt barely covering her ass. She smiled at me seductively as she left. Well, that was disgusting.
“Tom!” Peter said, finishing off his drink and standing. He tucked in his disheveled shirt and I almost lost my lunch. No telling what they were doing before we walked in. “I, uh, I’m not good at apologies.” He looked thoughtful a moment. “Matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever apologized to anyone before. Huh. Anyway, listen, Jonah’s gone. You’re the new R&D rep. Congrats.”
He sat down and picked up the phone. He was done with us.
Jason ushered us out of the room and closed the door behind us.
“What the hell just happened there?” I asked Jason.
“Congrats, Tom.”
“Thanks? I’m confused.”
“Jonah’s gone. Turns out you were the right man for the job all along. I’d told Peter that a million times but he’s such a stickler for his own stupid rules...Anyway, congrats.”
“I’m wiggin’ out here, Jason.”
“Stop questioning it. Just roll with it, dude.”
I thought about it for a moment. “Fine. I mean, this is fantastic news. Everyone will love that I’m here to stay.”
“Speaking of everyone,” he said. “Come with me.”
We took the elevator down two floors down and I absently remarked that Peter never did apologize, though for what, I didn’t know. Jason thought that hilarious.
“Follow me,” Jason coolly said, walking past the floor receptionist and waving.