Chapter 14
"Grace, I swear to God, when I see him, I am gonna punch him." Lydia said furiously as we both walked into our glorious workplace, Spring Publishing House.
"Oh my God, Lydia, can you calm down?" I said to her as we made out way to the elevator.
"No, Grace, I will not calm down." She said firmly. "What Connor did was really fucked up. We all drove to that club together, in his car. I was drunk out of my mind and dancing with a complete stranger who could've been an a serial killer. You had some to drink too as well, he was the only male present with us and he left."
"Lydia-"
"-he left us all alone in that club." She wasn't even letting me get a word in as we stepped into the elevator and she punched in the 4th floor. "You had to practically drag my drunk ass out of there all by yourself while you tried to call us a cab. And let's not even get started on that drunk lunatic that basically harassed us while we were standing outside waiting."
"Lyd-"
The elevator dinged open and we both stepped out, walking in long strides down the hallway.
"I mean, it wasn't fair." She continued to rant. "It was really wrong. No explanation, nothing. He just left us without saying a word or giving a plausible reason."
If it wasn't already obvious, it was Monday and Lydia was completely enraged.
Saturday night, after Connor left, was completely horrible; Lydia had already said most of it. I had to take a cab back to my apartment where I got Lydia cleaned up from the two or three times she threw up. All the while trying Connor's number, to which he totally ignored.
Even after getting Lydia cleaned up, she started to cry about her ex again and I had to stay by her side for the rest of the night until she fell asleep. It wasn't pleasant, really.
Lydia could barely remember anything when she woke up yesterday morning, but she thanked me for all that I did for her and was very grateful for my presence. She called an uber to take her home and then she left.
I still tried calling Connor yesterday but it rang out just like the other times I tried so I decided to just stop altogether. I could only wonder how awkward it'd be when we see him this morning.
This morning, as I was already making my way to my car, Lydia called me and asked me to come pick her up and I diligently obliged because I really wanted to know how she was doing but it had been nonstop about how mad she was at Connor since I picked her up.
Lydia was already marching towards Connor's office before I could stop her. She pushed the door open and surprisingly, it was empty.
Lydia and I both shared confused stares as she closed the door back and just stood blankly in front of the door.
"I don't understand," Lydia furrowed her brows, "where's Connor?"
"Oh, um," a voice spoke and Lydia and I looked to our front to see Connor's new assistant, Greta. "Mr Bolton called in sick today."
"Sick?" The furrow in Lydia's brows thickened.
"Alright, thank you Greta." I said to her and ushered Lydia and I to walk away from Connor's office door.
"Seriously, what's going on with Connor?" The vexed look on her face remained intact. "What's his problem?"
"I don't know." I rubbed my temples as I made my way into my office.
"Bullocks, Grace." She followed me into my office and shut the door behind her. "I have a feeling there's more to this and it's something you're not telling me."
