Abbyâs POV
I chomped down on my cookie.
I swallowed, clicking down the folder on my laptop and started typing. I wasnât really in the mood for going out for lunch, so I bought a cookie from the café downstairs and ate it inside my office.
I wasnât allowed to eat here.
It was my first day back, and I wasnât ready to see any of the men here. I remained inside my office for the past three hours and trouble wasnât finding me yet.
He hasnât entered my office yet.
I knew that he was here, just beside my room since his office was connected with mine. I didnât know why he wasnât showing up in front of my door, I just assumed that he was busy or something.
The door flew open.
I froze, cookie in hand and half eaten.
Someone entered my room, if they saw me eating here then I'll be dead afterwards.
â That cookie looks delicious.â
I looked up, seeing Parker in front of my desk. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes looking down on me as I remained in my seat.
I cringed, shoving the cookie to my mouth before wiping my hand with a tissue.
â Sorry, I didnât want to go outside so I just grabbed a cookie downstairs.â
I shrugged, continuing to type on my keyboard. Parker sat down on one of the chairs, his eyes lingering to mine as I worked.
â Arenât you afraid heâll find you here?â
He shrugged, bangs sweeping to his eyes as he stared at me. â Not at allâ
â Donât you have any work to do?â
â As a member of the management team? There arenât any current projects to handle right now. The meeting got delayed and itâll be set for tomorrowâ
â Oh.â
I looked down, suddenly wanting for him to get out of my room. He was here for answers, and I wasnât ready to give it to him just yet.
â So, how was yesterday?â
I bit my lip, the anxiety flowing back to the pits of my stomach. I was aware that he was eyeing me cautiously, his eyes into slits as I racked my brain for an excuse.
Come on, thereâs got to be something.
I sighed, slacking my shoulders purposely. â I would love to talk right now, but Iâve got tons of work to do. Dave will get pretty upset if I donât finish this by todayâ
He rose to his feet, his eyes glancing to my laptop and to me. He took a cautious step next to me, his head near my shoulder as he observed the screen in front of me.
â It doesnât look like itâll take you long to copy and paste. The files you need to re type can be found on the website. Itâs just basicâ
I jerked my hands away from the keyboard, suddenly feeling clammy.
Why canât I make an excuse without getting caught lying?
He sat back down, hand reaching out to a piece of paper on my table.
â Donât try and push me away, Abby. I just want to know what happened yesterday. I heard quite a lot from the rumors thatâs been spreading.â
He found out, he knew all along.
Then why did he come to me when he knew the answers all along?
â Look, I know what youâre thinkingâ He started, leaning forward and clasping his hands together.
â I may have heard about the rumors, but that doesnât mean that I believe themâ He looked me straight in the eye as he spoke.
â I just wanted to know if its true.â
I averted my eyes, trying not to let the guilt show through my gaze. His stare was piercing my gut, the way his eyes pleaded for me to say the truth made my mind grow fuzzy.
My lips parted, trying to speak and to explain when the door was abruptly opened.
Parker looked back, his back faced to me as he eyed the man on the door.
â What do you want?â
He smiled, his eyes glancing to me before returning to Parker. â I need to speak with Abby for a momentâ
â And whyâs that?â
He gritted his teeth, suddenly impatient. â You donât have to know everything Parker.â
â How did you even get in? You donât work here. Do you want me to call security?â
â There you go again, you guys really hate each other.â I interfered, my eyes hard on both of them as they turned to me.
â Yes, we doâ Parker answered, glaring at me for interrupting. I felt small in my seat, feeling embarrassed.
â We were talking here, and you were rude enough to interrupt Charles.â
â Well I didnât know that you work here.â
â Stop trying to change the topicâ Parker stood, his eyes glancing to me for a moment.
â Letâs cut the bullshit. You were with Abby yesterday right?â Parker asked, walking closer to Charles.
Charles hesitated, his eyes found mine as he backed away from the man heading towards him.
His eyes were pleading me, as if telling me to stop Parker from interrogating him further.
And I did.
I rose from my chair, scurrying to Parker and pulling him away from Charles. â Thatâs enough Parkerâ
He jerked his hands away, eyes narrowed as he looked at me. â And now youâre defending this guy over me?â
â I didnât say thatâ
â It looks like you do, Abby. You havenât even answered my questionâ
I glanced to Charles, trying to apologize through my stare. â Itâs something you shouldnât t know aboutâ
â And why shouldnât I?â
â Because itâs between me and herâ
I froze, the voice coming from behind me. Parker looked at my side, his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised in realization.
â Oh my god youâre ali-â
â Alive? Yes I am Mister Hemingtonâ
So Parkerâs last name was Hemington? It kind of suits him.
Then it dawned to me, Parker didnât know that he was alive.
Dave sauntered to us, his smirk visible as he looked at me.
I knew how Parker was going to react, and it was going to sound loud.
Parker screamed.