hope you like everything. I was just about to leave."
"Why did you stay?"
She held up her stack of magazines in two hands.
"I wanted to finish a magazine I was reading."
Pierce wasn't sure why that necessitated her staying at the apartment but he let it go.
"Listen, there's one thing I want to ask you before you leave. Come sit down for a second."
Monica looked put out by the request. She probably envisioned another phone call impersonating Lilly Quinlan. Nevertheless, she sat down on one of the leather club chairs she'd ordered to go with his couch.
"Okay, what is it?"
Pierce sat on the couch.
What is your job title at Amedeo Technologies?" What do you mean? You know what it is." I want to see \Eyou know what it is." Personal assistant to the president. Why?"
Because I want to make sure you remember that it impersonal assistant, not just assistant."
^>he blinked and looked at his face for a long moment before responding.
"All right, Henry, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong is that I don't appreciate your telling Charlie Condon all about my phone number problems and what I'm trying to do about it."
She straightened her back and looked aghast but it was a bad act.
"The J" 1 "
I didn t.
"That's not what he said. And if you didn't tell him, how did he know everything after he talked to you?"
"Look, okay, all I told him was that you'd gotten this prostitute's old number and you were getting all kinds of calls. I had to tell him something because when he called I didn't recognize his voice and he didn't recognize mine and he said, "Who's this?" and I kind of snapped at him because I thought he was, you know, calling for Lilly."
"Uh-huh."
"And I couldn't make up a lie on the spot. I'm not that good, like some people. Lying, social engineering, whatever you call it. So I told him the truth."
Pierce almost mentioned that she was pretty good at lying about not telling Charlie at the start of the conversation but he decided not to inflame the situation.
"And that's all you told him, that I had gotten this woman's phone number? You left it at that? You didn't tell him about how you got her address for me and I went to her house?"
"No, I didn't. What's the big deal anyway? You guys are partners, I thought."
She stood up.
"Can I please go?"
"Monica, sit down here for one more second."
He pointed to the chair and she reluctantly sat back down.
"The big deal is that loose lips sink ships, you understand that?"
She shrugged her shoulders and wouldn't look at him. She looked down at the stack of magazines in her lap. On the cover of the top one was a photo of Clint Eastwood.
"My actions reflect on the company," Pierce said. "Especially right now. Even what I do in private. If what I do is misrepresented or blown out of proportion, it could seriously hurt the company. Right now our company makes zero money, Monica, and we rely on investors to support the research, to pay the rent and the salaries, everything. If investors think we're shaky, then we've got a big problem. If things about me- true or false- get to the wrong people, we could have trouble."
"I didn't know Charlie was the wrong people," she said in a sulking voice.
"He's not. He's the right people. That's why I don't mind what you said to him. But what I will mind is if you tell anybody else about what I am doing or what's going on with me. Anyone, Monica. Inside or outside the company."
He hoped she understood he was talking about Nicole and anybody else she encountered in her daily life.
"I won't. I won't tell a soul. And please don't ask me to get involved in your personal life again. I don't want to baby-sit deliveries or do anything outside of the company again."
"Fine. I won't ask you to. It was my mistake because I didn't think this would be a problem and you told me you could use the overtime."
"I can use the overtime but I don't like all of these complications."
Pierce waited a moment, watching her the whole time.
"Monica, do you even know
"Why did you stay?"
She held up her stack of magazines in two hands.
"I wanted to finish a magazine I was reading."
Pierce wasn't sure why that necessitated her staying at the apartment but he let it go.
"Listen, there's one thing I want to ask you before you leave. Come sit down for a second."
Monica looked put out by the request. She probably envisioned another phone call impersonating Lilly Quinlan. Nevertheless, she sat down on one of the leather club chairs she'd ordered to go with his couch.
"Okay, what is it?"
Pierce sat on the couch.
What is your job title at Amedeo Technologies?" What do you mean? You know what it is." I want to see \Eyou know what it is." Personal assistant to the president. Why?"
Because I want to make sure you remember that it impersonal assistant, not just assistant."
^>he blinked and looked at his face for a long moment before responding.
"All right, Henry, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong is that I don't appreciate your telling Charlie Condon all about my phone number problems and what I'm trying to do about it."
She straightened her back and looked aghast but it was a bad act.
"The J" 1 "
I didn t.
"That's not what he said. And if you didn't tell him, how did he know everything after he talked to you?"
"Look, okay, all I told him was that you'd gotten this prostitute's old number and you were getting all kinds of calls. I had to tell him something because when he called I didn't recognize his voice and he didn't recognize mine and he said, "Who's this?" and I kind of snapped at him because I thought he was, you know, calling for Lilly."
"Uh-huh."
"And I couldn't make up a lie on the spot. I'm not that good, like some people. Lying, social engineering, whatever you call it. So I told him the truth."
Pierce almost mentioned that she was pretty good at lying about not telling Charlie at the start of the conversation but he decided not to inflame the situation.
"And that's all you told him, that I had gotten this woman's phone number? You left it at that? You didn't tell him about how you got her address for me and I went to her house?"
"No, I didn't. What's the big deal anyway? You guys are partners, I thought."
She stood up.
"Can I please go?"
"Monica, sit down here for one more second."
He pointed to the chair and she reluctantly sat back down.
"The big deal is that loose lips sink ships, you understand that?"
She shrugged her shoulders and wouldn't look at him. She looked down at the stack of magazines in her lap. On the cover of the top one was a photo of Clint Eastwood.
"My actions reflect on the company," Pierce said. "Especially right now. Even what I do in private. If what I do is misrepresented or blown out of proportion, it could seriously hurt the company. Right now our company makes zero money, Monica, and we rely on investors to support the research, to pay the rent and the salaries, everything. If investors think we're shaky, then we've got a big problem. If things about me- true or false- get to the wrong people, we could have trouble."
"I didn't know Charlie was the wrong people," she said in a sulking voice.
"He's not. He's the right people. That's why I don't mind what you said to him. But what I will mind is if you tell anybody else about what I am doing or what's going on with me. Anyone, Monica. Inside or outside the company."
He hoped she understood he was talking about Nicole and anybody else she encountered in her daily life.
"I won't. I won't tell a soul. And please don't ask me to get involved in your personal life again. I don't want to baby-sit deliveries or do anything outside of the company again."
"Fine. I won't ask you to. It was my mistake because I didn't think this would be a problem and you told me you could use the overtime."
"I can use the overtime but I don't like all of these complications."
Pierce waited a moment, watching her the whole time.
"Monica, do you even know
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