A Waltz With Wolves (Book II in The Harrison Inc. Series) | ✓

Chapter Ten: 'Petty' Is My Middle Name

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I drive over to Harrison Inc. I didn't call ahead to ask if Sebastian was in, but if he isn't, I'm willing to wait for him in his new luxurious waiting room until he decides to stroll in, wearing his stupid designer suit with his stupid ensemble that hangs on to his stupid words and demands.

As I'm speed walking over to Harrison Inc., I can't help but read over that damn article repeatedly in my mind. Him and I both know the only reason she's in the picture is because of my backstabbing mom and his slut-of-an-ex-girlfriend, Felicity Felix. Felicity-Fucking-Felix! That blonde conniving bitch!

I walk into the main lobby, meanuvering my way through the endless bodies walking around. The intercom above the giant glass ceilings talks about the glory and success of Harrison Inc., but it only heightens my frustration; I'm fuming right now, almost certain that my face is as red as the bottom of my Louboutin shoes.

"You okay?" someone asks.

"No," I answer in my head, but opt for a silent reply and head to the elevators.

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"Is Sebastian in his office?"

Ava stares at me from over her desk. I look over to her left, only to see the spot where Paul usually is, empty.

"Sorry, Leslie. Mr. Harrison is in a meeting right now and can't be disturbed."

"So, he is in his office?"

Ava looks conflicted. Once, we were very close when I used to work in here. But now, it seems Sebastian's new "rules and regulations" he's probably implemented include seeing me as an enemy.

When Ava doesn't reply, I take matters into my own hands and welcome myself into his office myself. Ava yells after me, obviously scared to tell me not to do something but obligated to Sebastian as his secretary at the same time. The security and Ava follow swiftly behind me, but I'm quicker; I burst into Sebastian's new office before the security guard can lay a finger on me.

"First a blonde, then a brunette, now a redhead? Boy you must really love switching it up like a deck of freaking cards!" I shout ahead.

Ava wasn't wrong—Sebastian is in a meeting with Claude, Mia, an unnamed female and two unnamed males that sit quite relaxed on the couches. None of them are dressed in suits apart from Claude and Sebastian—suit jacket unbuttoned, casually sitting on his throne at the head of the table with his left ankle propped up on his right knee.

Exactly how Garrett sits.

The room turns quiet at my entrance, but I'm too infuriated to care. Maybe it has to do with my mom threatening me, the decisions I've made in favor of Sebastian's well-being, or Sebastian deliberately taking Claire out to breakfast to cause a media shitstorm.

Sebastian sits up slowly, like a lion who has spotted his prey. I'm lying if I tell you that he doesn't look ridiculously sexy right now, especially in his business suit. But being attracted to him upon first sight only fuels my anger towards him even more.

Everyone's eyes land on me, then Sebastian, then me again. Sebastian stands up and raises his eyebrows at me, like I've lost my mind.

"What?" is all he can manage to say at me, drawled out from the depths of his lungs.

I approach him, and his unmoving figure intimidates me a bit. His retinue, I assume, all scoot back in their spots on the couches to let me though, and smile amusingly at what's going on.

"Going out to breakfast and kissing Claire without notifying me first? Do you understand what you've done?" I pull out my phone and read the article title aloud. "'Sebastian Harrison and Mysterious Red Head Share Intimate Kiss Over Early Morning Breakfast?' Gee, that will cause some unnecessary gossip!"