Read Online The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone by D. H. Sidebottom - Free Book Online
Authors: D. H. Sidebottom
Ads: Link
unprofessional, Miss Adams. In fact if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a little brown nose Liv!” he sneered, articulating ‘Liv’ in the same tone Nate had used in the foyer.
“Well . . . Mr Carter and I are old friends, Mr Peterson. I can assure you that I am not ‘brown nosing’ as you put it.” This arrogant man was now starting to piss me off.
“BOLLOCKS!” He thundered. “Are you fucking him, Miss Adams?”
“How dare you!”
Peterson’s office door flew open and Nate stalked in. He looked calm but I could see the fire in his eyes, the wrath on his face and his clenched fists.
He turned to me. “Could you leave us a moment please, Miss Thomas?”
I opened my mouth to inform him I was now Miss Adams but quickly shut it when he gave me a slight shake of his head, his eyes blazing wildly. Swallowing and nodding, I escaped the room hastily, the tension thick and menacing.
Closing the door behind me, I took a huge, calming breath and walked back over to my chair on shaky legs.
“What the Hell, Olivia?” Grace gushed, eyes wide. “What was all that about?”
I sat in my chair, shaking. “Peterson was laying into me, saying that it was inappropriate to have lunch with my boss. The twat even asked if I was screwing Nate! And he has the cheek to call me unprofessional.” I claimed, disregarding Grace’s even wider eyes.
There was now shouting coming from Peterson’s office and I shuddered, knowing that Peterson was going to make my life hell for this.
“You know Mr Carter?” Grace asked, astounded.
“Yeah, we were friends at uni,” I told her, only giving her the half-truth.
“He was stood outside Peterson office for ages, listening to him rant at you. I thought at one point he was gonna explode,” Grace revealed with a slight giggle.
“Oh shit.” I sighed, “That means Nate heard every bit of Peterson’s outburst.”
Rolling my head round my shoulders, I closed my eyes as Grace laughed. “Even the part when Peterson shouted ‘BOLLOCKS are you fucking him, Miss Adams?’” she echoed in her best Peterson impersonation, letting on that she had been listening.
“Wonderful!” I exclaimed. “Nate’s gonna kill him.”
Peterson’s office door opened and Nate stomped out, slamming the door behind him. He looked over at me, shook his head, his anger still evident then walked away.
“I wouldn’t like to get on the wrong side of him,” Grace wheezed. “Although, I wouldn’t mind being under him,” she concluded, laughing as my jaw hit the floor.
The afternoon passed by and I didn’t see Peterson again until he left his office just as I was shutting down my monitor and preparing to go home.
“Thank you for staying late Miss Adams,” he said to me politely. “Have a good weekend and I’ll see you Monday morning.”
“Oh . . . Yes. You too Mr Peterson,” I flustered, baffled by the change in his attitude. He smiled again and left the office, leaving me completely bewildered. “Thank fuck it’s Friday.” I smiled to myself as I rode the elevator down.
Juggling a large box of files, my laptop and bag, I scuttled hastily to my car before I dropped them all on the car park tarmac. Packing them in my car boot, I climbed behind the wheel. “Take me home Betty.” I smiled, tapping her dashboard. Turning the key, she gave a grunt and chug but didn’t start. Trying again, she made an even worse racket and then just clicked. She had never made a noise like that before and I had an awful feeling she’d finally died.
“Oh come on Betty, not now,” I pleaded. “After the day I’ve had, I need wine girl!” I was already running late. Matt was still ill and I needed to get home to him. My mother had her yoga class tonight and she’d hated to leave him until I got back but she’d texted me about twenty minutes ago to say she was sorry but she couldn’t wait any longer.
After trying and failing a third time, I punched the dashboard and dropped my head onto
“Well . . . Mr Carter and I are old friends, Mr Peterson. I can assure you that I am not ‘brown nosing’ as you put it.” This arrogant man was now starting to piss me off.
“BOLLOCKS!” He thundered. “Are you fucking him, Miss Adams?”
“How dare you!”
Peterson’s office door flew open and Nate stalked in. He looked calm but I could see the fire in his eyes, the wrath on his face and his clenched fists.
He turned to me. “Could you leave us a moment please, Miss Thomas?”
I opened my mouth to inform him I was now Miss Adams but quickly shut it when he gave me a slight shake of his head, his eyes blazing wildly. Swallowing and nodding, I escaped the room hastily, the tension thick and menacing.
Closing the door behind me, I took a huge, calming breath and walked back over to my chair on shaky legs.
“What the Hell, Olivia?” Grace gushed, eyes wide. “What was all that about?”
I sat in my chair, shaking. “Peterson was laying into me, saying that it was inappropriate to have lunch with my boss. The twat even asked if I was screwing Nate! And he has the cheek to call me unprofessional.” I claimed, disregarding Grace’s even wider eyes.
There was now shouting coming from Peterson’s office and I shuddered, knowing that Peterson was going to make my life hell for this.
“You know Mr Carter?” Grace asked, astounded.
“Yeah, we were friends at uni,” I told her, only giving her the half-truth.
“He was stood outside Peterson office for ages, listening to him rant at you. I thought at one point he was gonna explode,” Grace revealed with a slight giggle.
“Oh shit.” I sighed, “That means Nate heard every bit of Peterson’s outburst.”
Rolling my head round my shoulders, I closed my eyes as Grace laughed. “Even the part when Peterson shouted ‘BOLLOCKS are you fucking him, Miss Adams?’” she echoed in her best Peterson impersonation, letting on that she had been listening.
“Wonderful!” I exclaimed. “Nate’s gonna kill him.”
Peterson’s office door opened and Nate stomped out, slamming the door behind him. He looked over at me, shook his head, his anger still evident then walked away.
“I wouldn’t like to get on the wrong side of him,” Grace wheezed. “Although, I wouldn’t mind being under him,” she concluded, laughing as my jaw hit the floor.
The afternoon passed by and I didn’t see Peterson again until he left his office just as I was shutting down my monitor and preparing to go home.
“Thank you for staying late Miss Adams,” he said to me politely. “Have a good weekend and I’ll see you Monday morning.”
“Oh . . . Yes. You too Mr Peterson,” I flustered, baffled by the change in his attitude. He smiled again and left the office, leaving me completely bewildered. “Thank fuck it’s Friday.” I smiled to myself as I rode the elevator down.
Juggling a large box of files, my laptop and bag, I scuttled hastily to my car before I dropped them all on the car park tarmac. Packing them in my car boot, I climbed behind the wheel. “Take me home Betty.” I smiled, tapping her dashboard. Turning the key, she gave a grunt and chug but didn’t start. Trying again, she made an even worse racket and then just clicked. She had never made a noise like that before and I had an awful feeling she’d finally died.
“Oh come on Betty, not now,” I pleaded. “After the day I’ve had, I need wine girl!” I was already running late. Matt was still ill and I needed to get home to him. My mother had her yoga class tonight and she’d hated to leave him until I got back but she’d texted me about twenty minutes ago to say she was sorry but she couldn’t wait any longer.
After trying and failing a third time, I punched the dashboard and dropped my head onto
Similar Books
