Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 51: Chapter 51

This guy called me Kate, which meant he must be familiar with Katherine—yet I had absolutely no idea who he was.
But it wasn't a problem for me. I could pretend we knew each other.
I put on a frustrated face and sighed, "Don't even mention it. The old lady in that family got knocked over by one of our employees and ended up in the hospital. She's been relentless about suing us.
"We finally reached a compensation agreement, and I came to deliver the money, but they suddenly moved away."
Since I was young, I'd often accompanied my father to various business parties. Years of exposure had taught me more than a little about how to talk my way out of a tight spot.
Sure, I'd lost some of that sharpness during my three years of marriage to Oliver, but at least I hadn't forgotten how to think on my feet.
I knew better than to talk too much—more words meant more chances to slip up. I needed to get out of here.
I still had no idea who this young man was, but despite the friendly tone in his voice, I could feel that he didn't mean well. There was something behind that soft smile that set off all my alarms.
I glanced at my watch and feigned urgency. "Oh shoot, there's something important at the company. Gotta run. Bye."
"Goodbye, Kate," he said.
I jumped in my car and drove off. After I'd gotten pretty far, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw him still standing there.
My heart was thumping wildly. It wasn't until I got to the company that I finally started to calm down. Even though I left home early, I still arrived late.
Elena was already there. She had already cleaned the office. But she looked exhausted, with big dark circles under her eyes, just like mine. She clearly hadn't slept well either.
I didn't expect that a single encounter with Mason could have that kind of effect on her.
Worry flickered in my chest, though I didn't say anything. If I said nothing, I could at least pretend I didn't notice and spare her some dignity. If I brought it up, our friendship might not survive the conversation.
I did treasure our friendship. I could only hope she'd work through it on her own.
Being the acting general manager was nothing like being a deputy. Even though I'd just take this position temporarily, every affair came straight to me.
Soon, the morning's odd encounter was completely forgotten as I threw myself into the mountain of work waiting on my desk.
I barely had time to drink water this morning. The desk was buried in paperwork—a backlog that had built up recently.
It was like I'd dug my own grave.
Since I joined the company, I'd been so focused on making trouble for Xander—digging into his shady dealings and looking for proof of embezzlement. Xander spent most of his energy trying to keep me off his tail, leaving his work unfinished.
Now, all the backlog fell into my lap. I had no one to blame but myself. I'd made this mess, and I had to clean it up now.
Thankfully, I had Elena. She sorted the documents into neat stacks, separating the easy ones so I could sign them right away.
As for the complicated or confusing ones, she pushed them to the side for me to figure out later—either by myself or by asking Mason after work.
Mason said he'd be staying at home for the next few days, and that I could call or bring anything I didn't understand to him for help.
When lunchtime came, I stretched my aching neck and stood up to ease the stiffness in my back.
I had Elena order two takeout meals. I grabbed a few bites and then got right back to work. The entire afternoon flew by in paperwork and signatures.
When the workday ended, Elena asked, "Ms. Gordon, would you work overtime tonight?"
I replied, "No, let's get off work. We'll handle it tomorrow."
She nodded. "Okay."
When I got home, Nadia came up to me and whispered, "Mr. Knight is waiting for you in the study. He doesn't seem very happy."
I replied, "Got it. Thanks."