Meant for You (The Connor Family 3)

“Dinner can wait.”

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Will

The next evening I headed to Paige’s office building, even though she wasn’t there. That was all right, because I wanted to talk to that Greg asshole. Paige was going to hand in her resignation in a few days, but I didn’t want her to have to put up with any crap from him in the meantime.

While I waited for him to come out, my thoughts returned to the foundation. Paige was already setting everything into motion. So far, my only contribution had been capital, but I wanted to be actively involved and build something together with her. My shifts were not leaving me much time for anything else, but I was determined to find a way around it. Over the years I’d had colleagues move into less demanding career paths. I hadn’t understood it then, but I was beginning to now. But what I did for a living had been part of my life for so long that even imagining myself doing something else was strange.

Greg sauntered out at six o’clock on the dot, as Paige said he usually did.

“Gregory Pemberton?” I asked.

He stopped. “Yes. Who are you?”

“Detective Will Connor. I’m Paige’s boyfriend.”

He cocked a brow. “So? She’s not here. If you want to get a hold of her—”

“I’m here to see you. About the way you’re treating her.”

Greg bristled. “The way I what? I can’t believe this. She’s gone blabbing to everyone?”

“I will make this easy for you. If you mistreat her in any way, you’ll have a bigger problem on your hands than your HR department.”

“You can’t talk to me like that. Or d-do anything.”

“Try me.”

I was taller than this schmuck, and in far better shape. His tiny piggy eyes widened, and he took a step back. I hadn’t expected him to cower so fast, but I guessed he was a coward through and through.

“That’s what I thought.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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I had always thought that I’d be terrified if I ever quit my job. Instead, I felt not only relieved, but downright excited.

I could quit effective immediately, so I did just that. On the day I went to collect my belongings, Will surprised me by saying he was coming with me.

“Why?”

“I want to be nearby in case Greg is there.”

“He’s not my boss anymore. I can hurl any insults I want at him.”

“Babe. You’re my woman,” he said, as if this explained it all. I just smiled to myself, feeling weirdly proud, and already visualizing a standoff. Unfortunately, Greg wasn’t there at all. But Ashley was, and I won’t lie, our goodbye was a little teary. She accompanied us to the garage of the building when we carried my boxes to the car.

“You know, Greg hasn’t been such a dick these last few days,” she said.

“I had a word with him,” Will explained.

I stared at him. “You talked to Greg?”

He gave me a half smile. “I might have had a conversation with him a few days ago. He might have shit his pants.”