Consequences II

“Don’t you have anything to say?” he demanded a little louder, making her flinch.

“I was notified of the meeting just this morning. And right after Mr. DeLuca hung up, I called Henry to let him know.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” he screeched, drawing the attention of those walking by them.

Fabulous! There was nothing Talia hated more than public attention, especially if she was being scolded.

“I did. I even sent a text,” Talia responded with strained patience.

She’d called him right after she’d called Henry to tell him about the meeting. It wasn’t her fault he never picked up, nor was it her fault he didn’t read the text message. He had the habit of never reading texts, playing the old school card of texts being a younglings thing.

Ha! I wonder how that excuse passed with the suits, she thought with a snide inner laugh. But then again, nothing was stopping him from blaming it all on her.

Talia watched as Mr. Per