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But it wasn’t the truth, and I had no doubt at all it would come back to bite me if I pretended.
“Your weekend plans are safe,” I said. “It’s a business meeting.”I walked away, hoping he had no idea how much it had cost me to admit that to him.
I hadn’t heard from JefforTanner yet, and I was trying hard not to read into the silence too much. My date with Leo was set for Friday night, but I was waiting on him to give me the time and location.
The business meeting was oddly calming. With Grant not around and the focus completely on numbers and work topics, I felt more in control of myself by the time I got back to the office an hour and a half later.
I had just stepped into the office when Katie ran in behind me.
“Viv,” she said, slightly breathless. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
I set down my purse and refused to let her weird energy infect me. The number one rule as CEO was to keep calm no matter what. “Of course.” My gaze snagged on Grant, who was refilling his water bottle at our machine. His gaze was mildly curious as it met mine.
Katie led us around the corner of my office until we were tucked away.
“What’s up?” I asked.
She crossed her arms and studied me. In general, Katie was jarringly frank and unafraid of speaking her mind around people, so the pause after my question caused a flutter of panic.
“Did you run your profile against Grant’s?” she asked.
My pulse flickered. “What?”
“Did you run your profiles against each other in Matchify?” she repeated with a hint of impatience.
“No,” I said, horrified. “Of course not.”
Her frown deepened. “Did Grant do it?”
I turned my head toward my office as if I could see him through the frosted glass.Wouldhe have done that? My pulse kicked into gear.
Had our little encounter in the parking garage made him wonder?
Then I remembered—his profile was full of fake information. It wouldn’t have made any sense for him to run it if he cared about accurate results.
“Why are you asking me this?”
“Someoneran them. I overheard some comments from my team.”
My stomach tightened. My employees were talking about Grant and me? About our compatibility numbers? The question burning a hole in my brain wasWhat are the numbers?“Did you ask them about it?”
“No, I came straight to you. I thought about our conversation yesterday and wondered if you’d gotten curious.”
“No.” Curiosity was a mild way to frame how yesterday had affected me, but I hadn’t run the numbers. It was against company policy.
“You think Grant might’ve?”
I shook my head. “Only an employee who knows the product would be able to do that.”
Matchify wasn’t a search engine. When you pressedMatchify Me, the algorithm ran your profile against the ones currently opted in and showed you your top matches. You couldn’t just look up any person in the database and see your percentage match.
She didn’t look convinced. “Maybe he had an employee do it.” She turned away. “I’m going to ask him.”
I grabbed her by the arm like she was on her way to deploy a nuclear bomb. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Viv, don’t you want to know who did it?”
I absolutely did. “Are you even sure it happened? That whoever you heard wasn’t just…saying random stuff?”
