Page 231 of His Flash Mate
At the breakfast table, the others discussed Balak’s investigation plan while I scrolled through the newsfeeds.
A few outlets were still grasping for scandal, citing my recent social life as social climbing.The commenters were laughing, asking who wouldn’t want to walk into the Steeles’ world of privilege and power.
Whoever had originally started the media smear campaign was losing ground badly.
“Don’t forget your fitting,” Becky said as we got ready to leave.
Konni snorted.“I think that’s the only reason she’s willing to go to work today.”
“Pfft.Knowing how excited I am for the fitting is the only reasonyou’reletting me go to work today.”
Becky laughed, handed us our lunches, and waved us off.
While Konni drove us in, I thought about the failing articles and asked, “What do you think they’ll try next?”
“Who?”
“Whoever was behind the first few articles trying to vilify me?Your mom’s behind-the-scenes clips have majorly shifted public opinion about me.Since they can’t bring me down in the public eye, what’s next?”
The steering wheel crackled, and I looked at Konni in surprise.
“Nothing,” he said firmly.
I didn’t realize what I’d done until I got to the office and he asked if I wanted to work in his office with him.
Making a face, I looked at Bomir.“Where’s the undo button?”
“For what?”
“I asked what’s going to happen next, now that the articles to stir public hate aren’t working anymore, and initiated overprotective mode again.”
Bomir laughed.“Oh, honey, you didn’t reinitiate it.It never turned off.You just got used to us tagging along.We were always transitionary until he could be the one tagging along all the time.”
I was starting to see why Kaya sent Balak away for weeks at a time.
Konni tried to take my hand, and I quickly turned him toward his office door.
“Remember the rules.I mean it.”
The annoyed rumble that came out of him amused me, but I didn’t let it show as he stalked away.
Thankfully, he didn’t pester me again until nine-thirty.When he came out of his office and knocked on my desk.
“Ready?”he asked.
“Almost.”
“Good.Edi, did you clear my schedule?”
I looked up from the email I was double-checking before sending.
“Don’t you dare,” I said.“You can’t put off the call at ten.It’s one of the last bigger clients on the list.You’re staying, and I’m going, and that’s final.”
His left eye twitched.
“Pick your substitute,” I said, not being unreasonable.
I thought Bomir would volunteer, but he stayed very quiet.
