CHAPTER136
He’s also not been in any flirty or fun jokey moods. If there wasn’t a room of stuffed shirts five feet away through a glass door right now, I would have chucked my pen at him square in the face. And I would have enjoyed it!
Instead, I give him a sickly-sweet smile and mouth, “Whatever you command!” I resist the urge to stick my finger up at him. Once again, he’s back giving someone else a hard time on the cell; my own vibrates, and I haul it out.
“Emma Anderson.”
“Emma, it’s Rosalie. I need your help with some of Mr. Carrero’s requests.”
She’s been getting it too, has she? What the hell is with him?
“Go ahead.”
“It’s just some of the documents he’s sent down, I’m not sure what I’m meant to do with them.” She sounds nervous. I ask her to go through what she has and tell her they’ve to be printed and filed. I go through her concerns about some other matters and sign off. I like Rosalie; she’s a sweetie, although she lacks initiative and confidence. If Jake has been bitching at that little cloud of sweetness, then he really is in the foulest of moods. Asshole bully.
I wonder why he sent them to her directly and never went through me; I normally do all of that so I can instruct her properly.
I guess because he can barely talk to me without fucking moaning lately.
“Emma, here.” He slides his cell at me across the desk sharply. “Stay here and take any calls. I need to wrap this up.” He gives me a dark look devoid of any pleasantries.
Jerk.
“Yes, Mr. Carrero.” I watch him stalk into the boardroom and shut the door noisily. He’s in his aggressive boss mode; he’s probably going to bark at all the suits and have this meeting finished pronto. I shake my head at his back and concentrate on not sticking my tongue out. He really is trying my very last nerve, and it’s taking all my willpower not to tell him to go shove his job up his butt.
His cell immediately vibrates, and I swipe it open. I flinch at the name which appears on screen, and my insides die a little.
Marissa Hartley.
Jesus Christ!
That was not expected. I glance over at him through the glass door, trying to figure out if I should ignore it. I decide against it and then answer, my nosiness getting the better of me, and I would rather not get yelled at for ignoring his calls.
“Mr. Carrero’s cell, Emma Anderson speaking,” I answer icily.
“Oh! Emma?” She sounds shocked to find me on the other end.
I don’t know why? I’m his assistant after all; I sometimes do man his cell for him. Bimbo!
“Marissa?” I try and sound friendly, but just sound pissed.
Oh well. What a shame.
“Ummm, I need to talk to Jake. Is he there?”
Would I be answering his phone if he was? I mean really, Marissa, it’s called common sense.
I bristle internally and cross my legs. I can picture her doe-eyed face and have the urge to poke a pen in one of her eyeballs.
I actually hate you!
“He’s in a meeting, Marissa; can I help you?” My clipped tone almost betrays my inner thoughts.
“No, I just need to speak to him urgently,” she whines. Her voice grates on me like nails on a chalkboard; I don’t like the tone either. I glance again at him through the door; he’s in full CEO mode, commanding the room somewhat angrily. I hesitate; his bad mood is enough to put me off, and I sigh.
“Look, he’s actually in a really important meeting; all I can do is take a message,” I respond drily; she’s just adding to my irritation today.
“Just tell him to call me back as soon as he can,” she snaps at me haughtily, the rich kid attitude toward menial employees. The urge to swear at her is strong, but I bite my tongue and mentally count to ten at speed.
“Is there any other message, besides calling you back?” I’m trying to ignore the creep of suspicion sliding up my spine."
