He raises a brow.
“Look,” I say, licking my lips. “No offense, but I don’t know you all that well. Meaning, I can’t trust you with this.”
“Is he harassing you or something?”
“What? No. Nothing like that.”
“Are you sure? Because he’s weird.”
“No, shit,” I mutter, then pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s fine. Really. Nothing like that, I swear. Thanks for covering for me.”
He grunts. I open the door and slip out, going down the hall and back into the cafeteria to grab a cold bottle of water, and then I make my way to the elevator to get to my floor.
Oliver is waiting in the elevator bay when I get there.
“Oh, hi. Oliver, right?” I say with a smile.
It’s difficult to put on a fake smile when I know what I know. At least, what IthinkI know. I should pry the doors open and shove him down the shaft. Harmon would cover it up for me, I’m certain of it.
I’m also certain that Harmon didn’t break up with me because of me, even though that’s what I’ve been thinking for the last three weeks. He broke up with me because this little prick had something to do with it.
“Cassius,” he sneers.
That’s all I get. Nothing more. Whatever.
We get into the cart together, and I get off on my floor while he keeps going down.
I hurry into my office, shutting the door behind me, and ring my sister’s desk. I’ve never used her office phone before. I text her constantly, and if she doesn’t answer, I let it be. She doesn’t want to talk to me. But this is important.
“Camarra Carr, how can I help you?”
“Cammy, it’s me. Don’t hang up.”
“What?” she hisses into the phone.
“This is important. It’s not a joke and it can’t wait. Please tell me you have five minutes to spare.”
She groans. “What is this about, Cassius?”
“I’m coming to your office,” I say, then end the call.
I take my bottle of water with me and leave my office, trying to act casual, but I think I’m going to throw up my thundering heart.
Cammy’s office is on the floor below, so I go down to her office. I’ve only been here once before, when I demanded to walk with her when she wouldn’t talk to me.
Her door is closed, so I knock, shifting on my feet because I can’t stay still. This information is eating me alive. I don’t know if I’m right or wrong, which is why I need to get it out. I need to talk to Cammy about it and see if I’m crazy.
She pulls the door open, looking less than pleased. I step inside.
“Close it,” I say, ringing my hands together.
“Thank you, Cassius, for telling me what to do in my office.”
Her office is classy with watch samples laid here and there, along with different busts and cloth materials in different colors and textures. She plays around with them to decide the best way for the watches to be shown in stores. And she’s damn good at it, too. They’ve already started using her ideas.
“What’s going on, Cass?” she says, crossing her arms.
“Look, I know you’re upset with me—”