Part of him was actually glad that he had caused the scene in the hallway. Although, he wasn’t certain that it actually qualified as a scene. He was reasonably certain that no one had actually heard what it was that they were saying. He hadn’t seen anyone watching them either, but the fact that he had prevented her from leaving while the two of them had words escaping the notice of everyone in the building was a little much to expect. Someone would have noticed. It would get around.
He could expect a lecture from his father within twenty four hours. He would lay odds that he would be getting called in by 10 the next morning at the latest. The speed at which office gossip traveled was not to be underestimated. That part of him that was glad didn’t really care. It was the same part of him that had seen Meredyth in the halls of his family’s business -- the one that his parents had spent their entire lives building -- and been so angry that she was plotting to use it without his parents ever seeing that anything was wrong with her that he was blocking her path to the elevator before he had even realized that his feet were moving in that direction.
There was also that look she had given him. He must be the only one who was ever on the receiving end (or the only one who knew what to look for) because he couldn’t manage to believe that she had gotten as many people to trust her as she had if she went around looking at people with that strange mix of amused condescension and ire.
He didn’t even want to think about that look and what it was saying. He had just wanted to wipe the certainty off of her face. Regrettable as it was that he had let himself be drawn in to a semi confrontation, it didn’t change the fact that he still wanted to wipe the certainty off of her face. He had a way to do that; he just had to make it happen. He was going to be very busy in the coming days.