I Do the Boss (Managing the Bosses Series, #5)(21)

"You're doing great. I promise. He just takes on a lot, and there isn't much we can do but keep doing our jobs and supporting him when he needs it." Jamie turned to see Paul walking in from the elevator. "I'll catch up with you later."

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything." Kristen sat down as Jamie turned and caught up with Paul.

"Hey, you." She elbowed him.

"Hey." He glanced over at her, but didn't give any clues to his mood. He was expressionless, and his voice completely deadpan.

"You okay after the drama yesterday?" She stopped by her office, and was glad that he stopped as well.

He turned to face her and shrugged. "I didn't know that Mark was seeing Kristen a few weeks back. No one told me that. I'd have been subtler with my attention if I had."

"Did he tell you that before the fight?" Jamie leaned into her office and turned on the light.

"Yeah. He was angry over some project work, which he had every right to be. I was dragging my ass, and I'm glad he called me out on the floor for it, but the stuff over Kristen didn't have to escalate to that degree. I wouldn't have pushed his buttons at all on something like that." He shrugged once again. "I'm going to get started. Sorry if it disrupted the day."

"Shit happens. Get over it. Mark already has, I promise."

"Yeah, I hope so. I like the guy a lot. We were just starting to become good buds." Paul turned and walked to his office, leaving her standing there with a million things that she wanted to say, but none of them seemed quite appropriate. It would be between Paul and Mark to work out all the shit they were struggling over, namely Kristen.

The sound of someone being less than pleasant caught Jamie's attention, and she let out a short sigh before stepping into her office and setting her stuff down. Christine.

"Really? I can't just have one damn day this week without drama?" Jamie walked out into the hallway and stopped at the opening to the lobby, catching her sister's attention. "Come on back here and stop causing a scene in front of everyone."

"I wouldn't have to cause a scene if you'd answer your damn phone," Christine barked and moved up beside Jamie as they walked back to her office.

"I didn't see that you called, and lower your voice or I swear I'm going to drop you to the ground and sit on you like I did when we were kids." Jamie closed the door to her office behind her sister and walked to the window, not wanting to sit down. They weren't going to talk long, and the chance of it being pleasant at all was slim.

"I want you to stay away from my husband. This is me asking nicely." Christine pressed her hands to her narrow hips and narrowed her eyes a little. "I'm serious."

"What?" Jamie gawked at her sister. Was this chick for real? "What are you talking about? Your piece of shit husband submitted lies about me to a national newspaper and said he had sex tapes, Chris. If he has that tape, which he’d better not, then he got it illegally by recording us while we were dating."

"I don't want to hear about the glory days, Jamie. I'm serious. All he talks about is you. It's getting old. At first it was just him mentioning from time to time that he wished I could f*ck like you, or take a dick like you." She reached up and brushed a tear from her cheek. "I'm not you, and I'll never be."

"Nor would you want to be." Jamie walked to her desk and plopped down in her chair. The idea that Stephen was even thinking about how she used to work him in the bedroom was sickening to think about. He'd promised her his heart, but it was a lie. All of it. He was a damn lie.

"I'm not here to talk about your pitiful life as the soon-to-be-wife of a billionaire. I'm here to tell you that you’d better back the f*ck up, or I'm going to make your life miserable."

Jamie came out of her stupor and smirked. "Oh yeah? And please do tell me what you're going to do. How could you possibly make my life more miserable than Stephen's already working to do?"

"I'll figure something out. He's mine. You have your own man. Stay the hell away from mine." Christine had tears running down her face as she pointed a finger a Jamie, and shook with what looked like barely-contained rage.

"I've not gone near him since I was at the house for Christmas, and I didn't see him then. Remember? I was with you the whole time, trying to make you feel better. You've lost your mind. Get out and don't come here again. I'll see you in court when Alex and I sue him for what he's done, unless you're not coming that day."

"He's not going to court. You're not the only one with big-time lawyers, Jamie. Uncle Jon is going to help us with the case. Daddy's brother. Remember him?" She moved toward the desk and Jamie stood, not wanting their fight to turn physical, but more than ready to dish out an ass-whooping should her sister think otherwise.

"Uncle Jon is a child custody lawyer. You can't be serious right now." She moved around the desk as Christine backed up and almost tripped.

"Shut up. You don't know anything, you stupid, fat cow. Leave my man alone. He didn't want you, remember? You disgust him, just like you disgust me." She turned and walked to the door. "I hope the press continues to tear you apart. You deserve it. Stupid whore."

"Right. Enjoy your day, and if you need lessons in the bedroom on how to make Stephen scream like an animal in heat, just let me know." Jamie regretted the words once they were out, but there was no taking them back. “Next time you come to this office, security will escort you out of the building. You aren’t allowed back in here. Do I need to get them now?” She sat back down, starting to type on her keyboard as her sister slammed the door and left her to stew in the insanity that was her life.