“Callie, get in here,” Niall yells.
“That’s the second time in three days he’s called me Callie,” Brielle utters under her breath as she heads into Niall’s office.
“I think your father’s missing your mom,” I tell Aiden, putting my bag down on my desk.
“Yeah, well, maybe he should learn not to push people away. Perhaps if he did, the people who he loves would still be with him. It’s his own stupid fault.” Aiden shakes his head, then kisses me on the cheek and turns for his office.
Taking a seat, I start by checking my emails.
There’s one from Niall.
To: Jenifer Taylor
From: Niall O’Connell
Subject: What are you?
I want an email every hour
on the hour telling me what you are. If you don’t, I’ll tell Aiden you’re having an affair with Brielle’s boyfriend, Logan.
Aiden and Brielle will both hate you.
Have a good day…
I stare at the email for what seems like hours but is only a matter of seconds, then I laugh. I can’t believe he’s doing this over email. What kind of fuckwit puts it in writing? Is he kidding? He can’t be serious. What a fully-fledged one hundred percent asshole. The man has lost his mind, and why would he even want to lie about something like that. I mean, I hardly know Logan. This is ridiculous. I’m sure no one would believe this complete bullshit even if I showed them the proof. Niall is definitely going down. I just have to figure out how to achieve it.
To: Niall O’Connell
From: Jenifer Taylor
Subject: Re: No, what are you?
I change the subject heading slightly, and then start typing the email.
What the fuck! Are YOU insane?
Aiden would never believe the shit that dribbles from your mouth, even if you did tell him I was having an affair with Logan.
So no, I won’t be sending you an email every hour on the hour unless it’s one that’s full of insults.
I hit Send, and feel good for once, finally standing up for myself. I take in a deep breath, but then I see another email arrive.
Damn! The bastard doesn’t give up.
To: Jenifer Taylor
From: Niall O’Connell
Subject: Be careful. Be very careful.
Aiden might not believe it, but will Brielle? Do you want to risk her relationship with you because you want to argue with me?
You lost me the Anderson account.
Be careful what you say, you insulant whore.
You know I have influence and power in all kinds of places. Take St. Luke’s Prison for the Criminally Insane as an example. I know the warden’s son, and I’m sure I could have some strings pulled to get a certain someone to have a release day. Or maybe even a weekend. Imagine what he could get up to. How would you like that?