Fighting Words by Taylor Danae Colbert

Author:Taylor Danae Colbert [Colbert, Taylor Danae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-19T16:00:00+00:00

It’s the first time in a while that I’ve wished a weekend away—God knows I need them. But it’s Monday, and I will see her today. Watching her leave my apartment did weird things to me.

When I get in, though, she’s not at her desk. I casually go through the mail I got at the office as I look around. Nate’s office light is out, too.

“Nate out today?” I ask Priscilla.

“He had a meeting,” she says. I nod. “He took Maryn with him.”

I nod, glad she mentioned it before I had to ask.

I go to my office and shut the door. I pull up Nate’s calendar, but it’s blocked for a private meeting. It’s bugging me that I’m not sure where he is. We share all of our meetings, all our clients, all of the work. I know he’s vying for his dad’s spot one day, but Rex has alluded to the fact that there could be somewhat of a tug-of-war over it. We don’t talk about it much; we keep the friendly competition light. But I’m starting to wonder if the competition is a little less friendly for Nate than it is for me.

I pull out my phone and text him.

Hey, man. Is today the meeting with Space Solutions?

I know it’s not. That’s next week.

Hey, man. No, this is a potential new client. I don’t think it’s gonna work out, but I figured it was good to get Maryn’s feet wet in the initial process.

I clench my jaw. I’m sort of hating that she’s with him, despite the fact that he’s her manager.

Ah, gotcha. See you when you get back.

The day seems to take for-fucking-ever, but around lunchtime, Nate and Maryn walk into the office, both carrying carry-out cups. They had lunch together, and it’s bugging me more than it should.

I pop my head out of my office just as they’re walking by. She pauses awkwardly and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Hey,” I say. “How’d it go?” She looks to Nate.

“Pretty well,” he says, “we’ll see how it turns out. How were your meetings?”

“All went as planned. So who was this account, again?” I ask. Nate switches from one foot to the other awkwardly. His blond hair is curly and usually tame, but today, it looks a little more unruly to me. He’s really just Rex, thirty years younger. He clears his throat.

“This small art gallery in Midtown. I think we’re way out of budget for them, but they wanted us to come down.” He says it with a casual shrug.

I’m about to ask the name when he turns to Maryn.

“So you’ll work on that communications plan for them?” he asks. She nods.

“Of course,” she says. He smiles and nods.

“Thanks for coming along today. You did great,” he says. She smiles and waves as she walks back to her desk. I clench my jaw again as they both disperse back to their desks.

I walk back to my own and start searching for art galleries in Midtown Manhattan, but there are quite a few, and none appear to be new.

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