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building design, and it pisses Brady off because he usually is the one to receive such a position on a project. My clients requested that I be the one in charge; therefore, Barrett gave me responsibility. I have all the designers on the floor, interns, and specialties needed to develop the project; however, I see fit. Brady is my bitch during this project. We will be designing a chain of five-star hotels to be built in four major cities right here in Wisconsin.I am super nervous about the project but also very excited at the same time. I have not overseen the design of a building from start to finish. I have only led the lighting concepts for Commercial projects; this is a huge honor and change for me. I need Brady's help, but I know he will be a douche during this project because he did not receive it himself. I hope I do well, being five hours away when I leave on Saturday.
"To close our meeting, I would like to invite all of you out tomorrow evening in celebration for landing the Christiansen account. Have a great rest of your night, everyone, and see you all in the morning!" Barrett states.
The meeting ends, and we are all dismissed back to our offices.
Chapter Fifty
I rummage through the paperwork scattered across my desk, gathering it neatly and placing it in the middle of my desk to go over tomorrow morning. I grab my purse and head out of my office to Ris's.
"Ali," Brady calls out from his office.
What the hell does he want now? I toddle to his office and stand in the doorway.
"Yes?" I reply, sort of crudely.
He is sitting at his desk talking on his phone, giving me a "one-sec" finger. I roll my eyes at him and turn to walk away.
"Would you like to get dinner with me tonight?" he asks, in a very charming and sweet voice.
What the hell is going on here? Troy asked me, and now Brady is asking me. Ugh, Troy is relentless. I highly doubt Ris is in the mood to be around him tonight. I would rather avoid both these men and chill with Ris.
"I believe Ris and I have other plans for this evening than accompanying you and Troy to dinner," I reply.
He looks up at me, stands up from his desk, and walks toward me.
"No, it's just going to be us," he says.
"What? Why?" I ask, a little baffled.
Why would he want to go to dinner with just me? He and Ris are a thing or were, I can never keep up with their on and off again crap, plus he usually takes out one of the cute little interns. He must have a motive; he is never overly friendly for no reason at all. What is he up to?
"I just wanted to discuss the Christiansen account before you take a leave again. So, we are on the same page," he says, suspiciously casual, yet nonchalantly.
Brady is fumbling behind his door through his filing cabinet as if he is of grave importance to everyone, and we all should bow down to him. I feel he may just be using this as an excuse to show off in front of me. I don't feel like talking about work outside of work, but I am taking a leave for up to three months. I will also be five hours away. Plus, this account is significant for the company, and he will physically be here working with my team.
"Okay, sure. Where and when would you like me to meet you?" I ask.
"I'll pick you up at six, be ready, " he replies.
He shuts the light off then escorts me out the doorway of his office.
"I can just meet you myself," I say again, more firmly.
"As I said, I will pick you up," he says callously and walks past me.
He is such an arrogant asshole. I should probably grab my project folder and the Christiansen's folder to go over what I have thus far for the account. It isn't much as we technically have not even started working on it yet. I wonder if I should call and invite them to dinner with us. They cannot stand Brady, so I am not too sure if it's that great of an idea.
I shut the light off in my office after grabbing the folders I need and make my way to Ris's office, where Brady happens to be. He is standing in the doorway, and she's giving him her "I'm a tough cookie" stance while batting her "fuck me" eyes at him. I stop just outside her door, as he steps out to leave
"See you tonight," he winks then walks away.
Ish. I walk into Ris's office. I can see the piercing look in her eyes as she's ready to freak out on me for no reason at all.
"See you tonight? What the fuck is that all about?" Ris asks in her bitchy, yet very annoyed voice.
"He asked me to dinner to discuss the Christiansen account," I reply.
"Hmm," she lets out unimpressed.
Ris grabs her purse, then walks past me, and turns out the light to her office. I hate it when she acts like this. She gets all stupid jealous when she is not getting all the attention from a guy she wants to sleep with or is currently fucking. I ignore it and walk behind her until she gets over herself.
"I need a new cocktail dress, and my nails did for tomorrow's dinner," Ris finally speaks as we are almost to the parking lot.
"We're going to the mall. I suppose you need a new one too and to get those brows cleaned up. You're starting to look a little too country."
And she's back from her little jealous bout over Brady taking me to dinner tonight. I ignore her comment about my eyebrows and continue walking. My phone rings, and I tell Ris that I will meet her at the mall. She gives me a stupid