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Cindy wouldn’t have any problem making my life miserable, and maybe I had been a little too graphic.
“For an entire year,” she added.
I nodded. “Can you get me her cell number?”
She put a sticky note on the table and waited.
This new girl was a lot more capable and complicated than I’d guessed.
Now I owed Jay an even bigger apology.
I dialed the number on the sticky note. It rang twice, and then my phone died. The apple logo appeared on the screen again as it restarted.
“I gotta get this fixed.” I turned the screen to face Cindy. The damned phone did this once a week and wanted to reset itself.
“We have a guy down in IT that’s a real whiz with those. I could give it to him.”
I checked my watch. I was already running late for my dinner meeting. “Not tonight.” I handed her back the sticky note. “This will have to wait till the morning. Text her and have her meet me at Starbucks first thing.”
“Which one?”
“The regular. She’ll know which one.”
* * *
Jennifer
I might be unemployed now,but I’d finally gotten Benson where it hurt—in his wallet. I’d shoved Talbot’s underhandedness in the old man’s face, sure it would screw the deal and have him walking out.
It would have served both those snakes right. Talbot had tried to pull a fast one, and well, Benson deserved to have what was important to him taken away, and today that was the Talbot deal.
Then Talbot had backed down, and I gave him one right between the eyes. I’d upped the stakes and walked out a second time. With that, Talbot was sure to never return Benson’s calls again. With two torpedoes like that, the deal was going down.
Take that, you arrogant jerks. Both of you.
I would have preferred to keep my job and the ability to hurt Benson some more, but at least I’d gotten a good parting shot in and screwed his plans. That would cost him in the stock market when he had to admit the Talbot transaction wasn’t happening.
My phone rang on the car seat beside me.
Glancing over, the screen showed it was Dennis. I ignored it, and the ringing stopped. I reached over to turn it off.
Eventually I reached our apartment and let myself in.
“You’re home early,” Ramona said.
“Yeah.” I didn’t elaborate.
“What’s wrong? First day as supervisor not go well?”
I shrugged and went to change out of my work clothes, particularly these diabolical heels.
“I’m just trying to help,” she said before I closed the door behind me.
I sat on the edge of the bed and unbuckled my shoes. It felt good to curl my toes in the carpet. The feeling grounded me. The soft carpeting protected me from the cold floor the way the walls protected me from the meanness of the world. This was my safe space. Dad’s picture was on my dresser alongside pictures of the rest of my family, as if he were still with us.
Ramona yelled from the other room. “I’m going to pick up Billy.”
“Okay,” I yelled back.
