Unleash Me, Vol. 2 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) by Christina Ross Read Free Book Online Page B

After
all, we ’ re surely not
going to let you act out of spite and dump important files, are we?   You know, such as works in progress that
you likely have with several of Wenn ’ s
authors?   We ’ d never allow that.   At this point, other senior editors will
pick up those projects.   More
reasonable, less-egotistical editors.   But you already know that.   I
can see it boiling on your face. ”
    When Boss spoke, his voice was a low growl.   “ Wherever
I land, my writers will follow me. ”
    Blackwell looked at me.   “ Oh, how awful.   Lisa, I ’ m sorry to see you go. ”
    “ I ’ m not going with him, ” I said.
    “ Neither are
the others.   Because contractually,
they belong to Wenn — not
to Marco.   But you already know
that, Marco, so why even put it out there until they ’ re not under contract and can do as they please? ”  
    “ Now, ” she continued, “ one last thing you need to
know before you go — all
of your passwords have been changed.   You no longer have access to your email account with Wenn or to your
voicemail.   Also, your key card has
been deactivated. ”   She tossed the box at him.   It struck his chest and fell to the
floor.   “ You have zero access to Wenn, and I have zero time for
you.   Goodbye, Marco.   And good luck. ”
    “ Fuck you, ” he said.
    “ T.S. Elliot
couldn ’ t have said it
better. ”
    “ I ’ ll burn your reputation,
Blackwell. ”
    “ Just promise
me that you ’ ll try
your best.   I hate a half-assed
effort. ”
    When he turned to me, what I saw in his eyes was something dangerous and
foreboding.   It wasn ’ t just utter hatred that I
saw.   It was an unnerving
undercurrent of revenge.   “ See you soon, Ward.   Don ’ t think I ’ ll
forget this.   You ’ ll pay for it. ”
    “ Is that a
threat? ”
    “ Let ’ s just say that it ’ s been added to one of the
facts I listed earlier.   And when I
come after you, you won ’ t
see it coming.   But it ’ ll hurt. ”
    “ Hear that
boys? ” Blackwell said
to the security detail.   “ That was indeed a threat,
and I won ’ t have
it.   Escort Mr. Boss immediately out
of the building.   We ’ ll ship his personal items
to him by the end of the day.   If he
doesn ’ t go
peacefully, call the police and have him arrested for trespassing. ”
    Before Boss could say anything more, Cutter turned him away from
Blackwell and me, and with a chill I felt deep in my bones, I watched Marco
Boss storm down the hallway.   He was
gone — at least
temporarily — from
our lives.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    CHAPTER
SEVEN

 
    For a moment, neither Blackwell nor I said anything after we were left
alone.   I braced the arms of my
chair, and took a breath to try to calm my nerves, but there was no calming
them now.  
    My heart was pounding after my altercation with Boss.   The knot in my stomach had become
impossibly tight.   I was proud that
I ’ d found the
strength to stand up to him, but it was not like me and I was rattled by how
intense the moment between us had unfolded.   I was especially worried about Boss ’ threat, and I sensed that
Blackwell was too.
    She came around her desk, picked up the box she ’ d tossed at Marco, closed the door to her office, and
took her seat after putting the box on the table behind her.   She leaned forward, placed her elbow on
her desk, and then pressed her fingers against her forehead and closed her
eyes.  
    What had just transpired would have taken most people to the edge, but I
had to admit that I was surprised to see that Blackwell was one of those
people.   She ’ d always seemed so strong to me.   So ready and eager for a fight.   Earlier, she ’ d seemed nothing if not pumped to fire Boss, and how
she handled herself when she did so was the epitome of smooth, calculated, and
controlled.  
    But now, the look of concern and fatigue on her face was palpable.
    “ Are you all
right? ” I asked.
    “ I don ’