17. Derek
CHAPTER 17
DEREK
S he has a great set of tits and the sexiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen, but she looks even better from the back, even in that skirt, though I prefer it when she’s wearing nothing at all.
“She was a good decision,” I say after she exits Jansen’s office.
“If you’re talking about the decision to hire her,” he says, “that remains to be seen.”
“She has her shit together better than the rest of them did.”
“She talks a good game, but I’ll wait to see if she follows it up with action.”
I’ve seen her in action, and that was impressive, too, but I get what he means. The girl is clearly smart, though, and full of optimism. I hope the world doesn’t drag her down.
We shouldn’t be the jerks that drag her down .
“What the fuck?” Jansen’s back at his computer, and his outburst barely draws my attention, because it’s nothing new. But then he rises to his feet, his eyes still fixed on his laptop screen, and one of his fists pounds the desk. “What the actual fuck?!”
“What is it?”
When he doesn’t answer, I push in beside him to get a look at his screen. I read the beginning of the email twice, then I join him in pissed-off confusion.
It’s a cryptic message from some bullshit email address, saying something about how Community Bean is a fraud, how we don’t source our beans the way we claim, and that our charitable claims are vastly exaggerated.
“What absolute garbage,” he mutters.
“Did you see the end? They say they’re going to expose us.”
“There’s nothing to expose. Probably just some disgruntled former employee.”
My temples burn with an instant headache. “It could be trouble.”
“I’m deleting it.”