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“Right,” I mumbled.
I returned to my desk, seething.
Why do I even care who that woman was? I don’t like Neil. She can have him. It’s fine by me. Once I leave the country, Neil will be a distant memory.
Despite what I told myself, bitterness gnawed at me like a persistent ache. I turned my attention to work to take my mind off it.
We didn’t have any meetings that morning, but after a couple of hours in my chair, I needed to get up and stretch, so I walked to reception to chat with James.
“Ah. Just the person I needed to see,” James said.
“What’s up?”
He placed a nondescript white package on the desk. “Were you expecting a package? This got delivered here, but I can’t read the label. It looks like it ends with an S, don’t ya think? It could be the end of Cross.”
I studied the label, trying to decipher it. Some kind of inky smudge had blotted out most of the name. But James was right. The last letter was partially visible, and it resembled an S.
“I wasn’t expecting anything. Does anyone else’s name end in S on this floor?”
“Nope. Only you.”
“Hmm. Maybe if no one else claims it today, I’ll take it.”
“Good plan.”
I racked my brain, trying to recall whether anyone might send me something at work, but I couldn’t think of anything. Maybe it wasn’t an S. Maybe it was for someone else.
It didn’t strike me until a couple of hours later what the package contained, and by then, I prayed it wasn’t too late.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Icalled James in the middle of my lunch break in a panic. This couldn’t wait until I got back to the office. Claiming the package before anyone else did was my top priority.
I chewed a nail as I waited for James to pick up.
After what felt like an eternity, he answered. “Hello?”
“James, it’s me, Milly. Do you still have that package?”
“I do indeed.”
I slumped in relief. “Thank God. I’m pretty sure that it’s actually for me, so make sure no one else takes it, okay?”
“You got it.”
“Great. Thank you. I’m on my way back now, so I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay. See you.”
I ended the call.
Whew. That takes care of that.
Setting up an automatic redirect to have my deliveries sent to work instead of home had seemed like a good idea at the time. But no more. If my suspicion was correct, then this was something I didn’t want to end up in the wrong hands.
Even with James’s reassurance, I still felt the need to race back to the office—just in case. I battled the crowds of office workers, cruise ship tourists, and university students, making my way from downtown to Hobson Street.
The lobby was busy with employees coming and going from the building. As soon as the lift door opened onto the twentieth floor, I marched to James’s desk.
