Has Logan started to make more sense now as a business owner? Yes, he's still a hot head, but there's principle behind there...and Neha's gonna learn this the hard way!
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“Then why did you allow her the interview?”
“Because, she could’ve said we’d denied her an interview when the egg you are already assured her we’d give her one.” His control threatened to slip to the very edge of the cliff. Why couldn’t the bloody Scotsman understand this?
“You think I’d be stupid enough to go against the rules?”
Logan sent him a glare validating the statement.
“Okay, if it’s what you think. But,” he stopped, as if for emphasis. “I didn’t come out of one of the best London universities with an Llb in Law and Management for nothing. See, there is a clause stating we can appoint anyone we deem fit for a job after an interview and a two-week on-the-job trial.”
Bugger him. He cursed. Griff had anticipated his manoeuvre very well.
“Okay,” he said. “You may be within the scope of the book, but you’re way out of my book. I hate privileges, Griff. Everyone has to earn his keep. Neha Hemant hasn’t done so, and she’s not getting the job. Full stop.”
“He doesn’t want to give you the job because he thinks you pulled strings to get an interview.”
“What?” Neha yelled into the receiver. Feeling sorry for Griffin’s ears, she apologized.
What the fack was all this about?
“I’m sorry, Neha. I tried, but I couldn’t make him bend.”
She huffed. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
“You sure you’ll be okay?”
“Yes. Yes. I’ll be fine. Thanks, Griff.”
“You take care, eh?” the man said softly.
“I will. You, too.” His gentle concern pacified some of her fury. Cutting the call with a press of her finger, she took a deep breath to try to calm herself down.
Inside, she let the scream loose.
How could he? How dare he? He thought she’d wheedled an interview out of Griff through her connections?
Speaking of the connections in question, her thoughts went to Lara, the full brunt of her anger turning onto her elder sister. Without pausing to think, she punched the speed-dial number for Lara’s mobile.
The call took a long time to reach, and seven rings to get her sister to pick up.
“Yes?” Lara’s voice came through thick and low, as if she were waking up.
At two in the afternoon?
“You said I’d be given the same consideration as any other candidate,” Neha exclaimed.
The soft reply incensed her. “Stop playing dumb, Lara. How could you do this to me?”
“Do what?” There came the sound of bed covers being swished to the side. “What’s gotten a bee in your bonnet, Neha?”
“I can’t believe you’re in bed at this hour!”
“Why wouldn’t I? I’ve been in meetings all this time and only got in a couple hours ago. Of course I’m entitled to some sleep.”
“At two o’clock?”
“Sweetie, it’s six AM here in New York.”
New York? “What are you doing there?”
“Conference,” Lara replied with weariness. “Never mind. What’s gotten you so high strung that you’re yelling?”
“I’m not yelling,” she yelled, and realized she’d done so one second after the words left her lips.
Shrugging the notion off, Neha couldn’t dislodge the anger from her as easily. Who cared if Lara had just gone to bed? The woman would look like an anti-ageing advert even if she went without sleep for days. Hadn’t it been the case, too, when Lara’s youngest had been born prematurely? Don’t think of it.
“About the interview. Griff just called me with a big fat rejection. And you know why? Because Logan Warrington thinks I pulled strings to get an appointment. Blast it, Lara. I just about died so much I was humiliated.”
“No one dies from humiliation, Neha.”
“As if you would know.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing. You can’t do anything because it would come across like I made people apologize for me.”
“Neha, listen, sweetie. You said yourself you had nothing to lose. So if it went wrong, just let it go, okay?”
Neha bit her lip. Such obvious truth in her sister’s words. How could she have let this get to her?
“Listen,” she said, “I’m sorry I yelled.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I so didn’t expect this.”
“I know, sweetie, and I’m sorry, too. My fault you’re in this predicament.”
The anger crashed, leaving her spent. What really had gotten a bee in her bonnet, as Lara had so rightly—she flinched—pointed out? Drat, she stood in over her head here, with no explanation why.
“Go back to sleep,” she told her sister.
Lara gave a small laugh. “No can do. I would’ve needed to get up at six-thirty anyway, got a meeting at eight. I’ll go soak in the tub for a while.”
“All right. When are you coming back?” she asked, in hopes of bringing the conversation back onto non-loaded territory.
“Tuesday, hopefully, if my flights aren’t delayed.”
“Well, I’ll see you next week, then.”
They said their goodbyes, and Neha cut the call.
After placing the phone on the kitchen table, she then let her forehead drop to touch the smooth wooden surface.
What had gotten into her? She never lashed out at anyone.
Damn Logan Warrington. All his fault she found herself wedged in this tight spot. Never in her life had anyone told her she’d done something not by the book. So how dare he think thus?
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