Elias stepped closer.
“You’re going to stand at the entrance doors, bring coffee for the entire office whenever they ask for it, and handle every small task the security staff usually does.”
Felix looked horrified.
“Mr. Creed—”
“For the next week,” Elias added calmly, “you’re replacing the security guards' duties.”
“But—”
“Since you’re so determined to help people,” Elias cut him off with a chilling smile, “then help properly.”
“Mr. Creed, I was just trying to be compassionate,” Felix muttered weakly. “Why are you punishing me for that?”
Elias shot him one final murderous glare before grabbing his coat and storming toward the office doors.
“Keep trying to help me,” he snapped coldly over his shoulder, “and one day I’m going to murder you.”
Felix froze in terror.
He yanked the office door open violently.
“Then you can go help someone else,” Elias yanked the office door open. “From six feet under would be ideal.”
The door slammed shut behind him so hard the walls nearly shook.
***
Amara slowed her steps as she looked up at the luxurious restaurant in front of her.
Silver lights glowed around the elegant name displayed above the entrance of The Silver Arbor, and the expensive decorations shining through the glass walls made it obvious the place catered only to the rich.
She suddenly felt slightly underdressed.
She wore a light blue knee-length dress with a light cardigan over it, a pair of diamond earrings, and a bracelet around her wrist. It was simple enough to look casual, yet elegant enough for dinner.
As Amara slowly walked toward the entrance, she held her phone tightly against her ear.
“What is wrong with you, Juliet?” she hissed under her breath while walking toward the entrance. “How could you arrange a blind date for me without even asking me first?”
On the other side of the call, Juliet giggled completely unbothered.
“Are you serious right now? You spent years chasing after Elias, and now that you’re finally free of him. Aren’t you tired?”
Amara rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt.
“You need someone else to distract you,” Juliet continued casually. “Someone better. And trust me, Maverick Bishop iswaybetter.”
Amara nearly choked hearing the name.“Maverick Bishop?!Elias’s friend?”
Juliet practically squealed excitedly into the phone.
“Yes. Friend. Ex-friend. What’s that got to do with anything? Have you seen that man? He looks like an actual god.” She lowered her voice dramatically. “Honestly, your luck in men may be terrible, but at least they’re ridiculously good-looking.”
Amara pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as she stepped through the restaurant doors.
“Trust me, it’s destiny,” Juliet declared confidently. “A friend of a friend somehow managed to set you up with Maverick. There’s no way him suddenly being single and back in Manhattan at the exact same time you’re single is just a coincidence. The moment I heard my friend was about to set Maverick up on a date, I immediately sent her your profile.”