Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

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