I stood by the door of the coffee shop, arms crossed stubbornly over my chest while Mason stared at me incredulously.
“Get inside, Clay. Let’s go have a good time.” His tone gave no indication that he had any intention of enjoying himself after the encounter with Zoe.
I tapped my foot on the pavement. “No. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on.”
“This is not the time,” he choked through grinding teeth.
“It’s now or never, Mason. And trust me, you will not be stalking me anymore if you don’t explain yourself – my security team will see to that.”
He huffed and puffed – clearly not used to being backed into a corner. I might have enjoyed the spectacle if my insides weren’t raging with fear.
He slammed the door shut, sending with it the waft of calming music and idle chatter that settled so soothingly on the inside of the shop.
He paced to the curb and back. “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do. Even if I wanted to talk about it now, this is not the place.”
I snorted. “Are you done talking in riddles yet? Spill it.”
“I can’t tell you anything unless I can show you – ” he cut himself off in frustration. The familiar sound of Royal Blood’s Figure It Out came blasting over my cell phone. If the timing wasn’t bad enough, the song seemed to tease me with its flatlining sense of irony.
“What?” I snapped as I placed the receiver to my ear, wishing work could leave me alone on the weekend for once.
It was Yvette, the head of my security. “We’ve had a breach at the office, Ms. Felix. Someone got past front desk security and managed to hack through the office door codes.”
I groaned. “Fine, take care of it and I’ll deal with it tomorrow. Did they get into anything? Is our internal network compromised?”
“That’s the problem, Ms. Felix, the intruder doesn’t appear to have taken anything. It’s possible we intervened before they had a chance, but we can’t be sure until we’ve combed the entire office and all the internal communications systems. We need you and Zoe to come right away and let us know if anything seems out of sorts in your offices.”
“You’ve been in my office a million times, can’t you tell if anything is missing?”
It wasn’t often that we had a break-in, but it wasn’t unheard of either. I wasn’t in the mood to give up the rest of my Sunday over a teenage penny cash robber.
“Standard protocol, Ms. Felix.”
I sighed. “Fine, I’ll be right there.”
Mason regarded me with concern.
“I have to go to my office to look into a security breach. Can you drive me there?”
His lips tightened. “We still need to talk.”
“Yeah, well, there’s not whole lot I can do about that, is there?” My patience was paper thin. The whole fucking weekend was turning into a huge mess.
Mason look thoughtful. “Okay, I’ll drive you there, but will you promise me something?”
“What?” I was already standing by the passenger door waiting for him to let me in.
“Don’t talk to Zoe until I get a chance to explain.”
“Mason, I don’t have time for this. I have to work with Zoe on this security breach – I
can’t control what she does or doesn’t say to me.”
“Clay,” I looked across the hood to his pleading eyes. “Just try to avoid the subject, okay?”
I huffed. “Whatever, fine. Can we go now?”
He finally unlocked the door and we sped further downtown to the office building.