Free Mick Sinatra 4: If You Don't Know Me by Now by Mallory Monroe Page B

lobby
guard saw him first, and then told the downstairs receptionist.   The downstairs receptionist phoned the
upstairs receptionist.   The upstairs
receptionist motioned to Roz’s secretary, and then whispered in her ear.   And Teegan Salley, Roz’s secretary, went into
Roz’s office to tell the news that had traveled all the way upstairs before
Mick could get on the elevator.
    Roz was at
her file cabinet, searching for one particular file, when Teegan walked
in.   “Mr. Sinatra is in the building,
ma’am,” she said to her.
    Roz was
surprised to hear it.   He came all this
way?   But if she was surprised, her staff
would never know it.   “And you thought it
was necessary to tell me this why?”
    Teegan’s
high-yellow face turned red.   She knew
how much Roz hated gossip.   “I wasn’t
sure, but I thought you would want to know, ma’am.   I wasn’t sure if you were expecting him.”
    Roz glanced
at her over the round reading glasses she wore.   “Anything else?” she asked.
    “Oh.   No ma’am.   Nothing else.”
    “You can get
back to work.”
    When Teegan
left, Roz rolled her eyes.   What did she
expect her to do?   She had apparently
overheard Roz’s angry phone conversation with Mick and had ran and told the
news.   First to the receptionist
upstairs, who probably told her buddy the receptionist downstairs, who
undoubtedly spread the news too while shooting the breeze with the lobby
guard.   Mick showed up after such a
heated phone conversation, and now they’re all waiting for the fireworks.   Please.   She was going to giving them fireworks alright.   She was going to fire some of their asses if
they kept that up.   But right now she was
too concern with the fact that Mick had come, than about that gossiping staff
of hers.
    She pulled
out a file, realized it was the wrong one, and stuffed it back into the
overstuffed drawer.   She continued her
file search when Mick walked into her office.   She already knew he was upset so she didn’t bother to look up.   The fact that he had left his office when she
knew he had a ton of things to do before he left town tonight, and drove all
the way across town to her office, proved just how angry he was with her.   Her hope was that he would calm his ass down
if she was patient enough to not take the bait, and match his rage.
    It didn’t
work.   He started to pace inside her
office, to wait until she concluded her file search, but he was too upset with
her to pretend otherwise.   So he walked
over to her, and stood beside her at the file cabinet.   But the fact that she continued to pull out a
file, realized it was not the particular one she needed, and put it back in
without so much as acknowledging his presence, only angered Mick more.   He was cool with his anger.   Very few people outside of his wife and
children could even spot the extent of his rage.
    But when she
pulled one file too many, as if she could somehow wait him out, Mick had had
enough.   He grabbed the file she had in
her hand, shoved it back into that file cabinet, and then slammed the drawer so
violently that the entire cabinet nearly tilted over.   Roz winced at the violence of it, remembered
as if she had momentarily forgot that Mick had that side to him, and finally
gave him her full attention.
    “What did
you say to me?” he asked her.
    Roz folded
her arms, but held her ground.   “I said
I’m going to New York to see about Betsy.”
    “I said you
are not going to New York to see about Betsy or anybody else.   Guess which one of us are accurate?”
    “Mick, why
can’t you see what I’m saying?   Bess is
in bad shape!   She asked to see me.   I can’t just ignore that.   I have a contract I have to amend before I
go, and then I’m out of here.”
    “I wouldn’t
bet on that if I were you, Mrs. Sinatra.”
    Roz could
see the coldness in Mick’s eyes.   She
knew exactly where it was coming from.   “This won’t be like the last time,”