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I look up, see Ruby, and lift my hand in a wave. I give the receptionist a sarcastic grin, then head straight for my friend.
“You look like shit,”she says when I get to her.
“Good to see you too.”
She throws her arms around my neck and hugs me tightly.“Seriously though, are you okay?”
“I have a really bad headache. I’m not sure if it’s a migraine. Do you have anything?”
“Sit down.” She gives me two pills and a bottle of water from the cooler. “Take these—it’s Excedrin. If it is a migraine, these will take care of it.”
I pop the tablets in my mouth and swallow them down with the water. I close my eyes, the cold water helping to refresh me a little.
“You seemed a little tense when you messaged. What’s up?”
“Oh my god, Rue. You won’t believe it. I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.
Thirty-Six
Margie
I watch Reagan leave the office and feel a grin form on my face.
I go into the ladies’ restroom and took another look at my hair, fluff up the back with my fingers, and go back to my desk.
Picking up the receiver, I dial the number I’ve come to know from memory. I wait a minute or so for the voice on the other end and smile.
“Hello, Mr. Hicks.”
“Oh, Margie, is everything okay?”
“Yes. I just thought I should let you know that Ms. Quinn has left for the day, so anything you need, I’ll be stepping in to deal with it.”
There’s a short pause before he speaks again. “And can I ask where Reagan is?”
“She just left.”
“But it’s eleven thirty.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hicks, she didn’t tell me anything else, just that she needed to leave.”
“Okay, thank you for keeping me informed.” He exhales, and that small grin soon turns into a victorious smile. “I’ll speak with Reagan myself.”
“Of course. I hope you have a good day.”
“You too. I’m here if you need anything at all, but I’m sure you’ll keep everything running smoothly.”
“I’ll make sure of it.”I hang up and swing from side to side in my desk chair, feeling triumphant.
Just then I hear Reagan’s desk phone ringing. If it’s direct to Reagan’s phone, it must be private.
Trying the door to Reagan’s office, I’m surprised to see that it’s unlocked, as Reagan is very strict about her door being locked. She really must not have been feeling well.
Closing the door quietly, I go sit in her chair. I always wondered what everything looked like from here.
The power, the respect just from sitting in this chair, must be amazing.
Luckily for me, the vertical blinds are closed, so no one can see me sitting here. Reagan only shuts them if she’s having a meeting or if she’s out of the office. I power her computer on and see a password is needed for entry.
