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and low whispers. When we reach the hallway lined with offices I turn to face Evan. “You can wait in reception you know. There aren’t exactly threats hanging out in here. Are you expecting an internal attack?”
    Evan tries to maintain his serious countenance but can’t help himself. A smile flickers across his face before he goes back to his menacing grimace. “Mr. Forrester told me to stay with you ma’am. So I’m staying with you.”
    “Jesus,” I mutter under my breath. I storm past the designers’ offices, ignoring the gawking employees who stop to watch the freak show.
    Damn Drew and his ridiculous over-protective crap!
    Reaching the storage room, I go inside and ask Evan to close the door behind him. We don’t need curious co-workers peeking in on us.
    “Sydney!” A short blonde girl just a few years older than me rushes over to greet me. She looks warily at Evan, who is standing by the door as unmoving as a statue.
    “Hey Bethany!” I say, giving her a hug.
    Bethany Williams is another one of the very few people at the firm who knew who I was before the whole ‘coming out on national TV’ incident. She was essential in helping me remodel Verve here in New York. She’s been promoted from assistant to designer and I couldn’t be happier for her.
    “What do you think?” She sweeps her arm towards the sample pieces that are set up around the room.
    “Oh my God! They’re even better than I thought!” I throw down my bag and hurry over to a large, curved Cabriole-style couch. Sitting down, I lean back and rub the soft fabric with my hands. “It’s unbelievable!”
    Bethany flops down next to me and pats the cushion between us. “I know, it’s to die for.” She moans as she touches the velvety material.
    We rush around, giggling like ridiculous school-girls, and test out every single piece of furniture. When we’re done, Bethany shows me all of the potential fabric choices that are in four massive books on the huge design table at one end of the room.
    It takes forever to sort through the samples, but we have a great time doing it. Evan doesn’t budge even one inch the entire time, except for when an intern pokes his head in to ask Bethany a question. He takes one look at Evan’s scary expression and bolts before he can finish his thought.
    “Great,” Bethany says. “It took me forever to train that boy to be exactly how I want him and now he’s been scarred. He’ll probably quit.” This sends us into another round of giggles, much to our delight.
    We’re almost done when Evan appears next to me out of nowhere, just about giving me a heart attack. “Jeez! Give a girl some warning! You scared the crap out of me Evan!” I clutch my chest as my heart races.
    “Mr. Forrester would like to speak to you,” he says, holding his phone out in front of me.
    I scowl at my bodyguard. Can’t I have one afternoon without being checked on? I snatch the phone out of his hand and put it to my ear.
    “Yes?” I say as politely as possible. What could be so important? He knows I’m working this afternoon.
    “Syd?” Drew s ounds upset.
    “What’s going on?” I ask, suddenly afraid. I hear the motor of the Mercedes SUV roaring in the background. “Are you okay? It sounds like Bruce is driving awfully fast.”
    “Go with Evan directly to my brownstone. Don’t leave his sight Sydney.”
    I bristle at the unexplained directive. “No, I’m working Drew. I can’t just drop everything. Why your place?”
    “Sydney, this isn’t a fucking request! Go now! I’ll explain when I get home!” I see Bethany flinch out of the corner of my eye and know that she’s heard Angry Drew yell through the phone. Wonderful.
    “You’ll have to give me more than that , Drew.”
    “Goddammit Sydney, just go to my fuckin’ house okay? I’m on my way!”
    “I don’t think so,” I say sharply and end the call.
    What a jerk!
    I hand the phone back to Evan and it rings as he takes it.
    Glaring, I snap at