Yours Sincerely,
Bree
I close my eyes and hit send. Oh my fucking god.
I put my hands over my face.
I wait for a reply, and I wait some more, but it doesn’t come. I glance at my watch. Half an hour goes by and my stomach is churning so hard. I order another cup of coffee because I simply can’t go home when I’m this nervous.
Why did I say that?
He thinks I’m coming on to him.
Have I misread everything?
My email finally pings, and I scramble to read it.
From: Julian
To: Bree
Dear Bree,
Your offer is most tempting.
However, I cannot allow the ‘situation' to take place in Mr. Masters place of residence ever again. Mr. Masters takes pride in providing a safe working environment for all his employees.
Any further investigation to determine a solid opinion on the matter would have to take place off site.
Yours Sincerely,
Julian.
I pack up my bag and leave the coffee shop quickly. I’m going to have to think of a reply on this one, and also think about what I’m actually doing here. I should call Emerson to see what she thinks.
No.
I’m not telling her about this. She’ll just try and talk me out of it and I’m not in the mood.
I glance back to the café. Oh shit, I forgot to wait for my second coffee to arrive. I sit in the car and stare at my phone for a moment.
What do I write?
Okay. Let’s type.
From: Bree
To: Julian
Julian,
I would be willing to accommodate your off site request.
Forward me the details of the meeting.
Yours Sincerely,
Bree