I open it.
Elliot Miles.
CEO Miles Media UK.
Kathryn,
Have you finalized the tracking report?
Asshole.
I clench my jaw and type my reply.
Dear Mr. Miles,
Good afternoon, always a pleasure to receive correspondence from you.
Your manners are as impeccable as ever.
The report isn’t due until Tuesday next week, you will receive it then.
Perhaps if I had the adequate number of staff members, I could work to your unrealistic work schedule.
Enjoy the rest of your day.
Sincerely,
Kathryn.
I smirk and hit send; being a sarcastic bitch to Elliot Miles is my favorite hobby. A reply bounces straight back in.
Good afternoon Kathryn,
As always, your dramatics are unappreciated.
I didn’t ask when I would receive the report, I asked if you had finished it.
Please pay attention to detail, I don’t want to constantly repeat myself.
Have you finished the report or not?
I inhale sharply, this damn man drives me fucking crazy. I type my reply, hitting my keyboard so hard I’m surprised I don’t break a finger.
Mr. Miles,
Of course the report is finalized. I am, as always, prepared for your inconsistencies in dates and timelines.
Thankfully, one of us is a professional.
Please find the attached report.
If you have trouble understanding it, I’m happy to take time out of my busy schedule to explain it before you meet the board.
I smirk as I keep typing, imagining the smoke coming out of his ears as he reads it.
Have a lovely afternoon, always a pleasure.
Kathryn Landon.
I sip my tea, feeling happy with myself-take that.
My email pings again and I open it.
Miss Landon.
Thank you.
Have a safe trip home this afternoon, don’t walk in front of a bus or anything.
I smile to myself. Stupid twat . . . you wish.
I stand and watch Rebecca run around the apartment like a chicken-Daniel is arriving at any moment. And boy oh boy, is Rebecca in overdrive.
“Don’t just stand there,” she snaps.
“What do you want me to do?” I look around the spotless apartment. “There is literally nothing left to clean. What is it with you and this guy?” I ask. “You’re hell-bent on impressing him. The fact that he’s gorgeous wouldn’t have anything to do with it, would it?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snaps again. “I have a boyfriend, remember?”
“Oh, I remember, but do you?”
“Shut up,” she huffs.
The doorbell sounds and our eyes meet. “He’s here,” she whispers.
“Well.” I gesture to the front door. “Go and let him in.”
Rebecca nearly runs to the front door and opens it in a rush. “Hi.” She smiles.
It’s really hard not to roll my eyes.
“Hi.” He smiles as he looks between us. He’s got two big suitcases with him, he’s tall and blond, and I have to admit, he really is quite handsome. I don’t remember him being this good-looking when he came around to meet us before. No wonder Beck is breaking her back to impress him. “Here, let me help you with those,” I offer.
Beck looks out onto the street. “Do you have any more things you want help with bringing in?”
“Thanks, I’ve just got another two suitcases in my car. I can get them.”
“You remember Kate?” She gestures to me.
Daniel’s eyes come to me. “Yes, of course I do. Nice to see you again, Kate.”
I give an awkward smile-I’m always so weird in social situations. Until I get to know someone I’m really not friendly at all. Not by choice of course, shyness is a curse.