“Where did he work before coming to MFH?”
“Uh, let me think.” I lean my head back for a second. When I’ve got it, I look back at her. My God, she’s so damn pretty. “I think he was in Chicago.”
“That’s right.” She crosses one long leg over the other, and I do my best not to stare. “But he was fired.”
“Fired?” I pause. “How do you know—”
“I did some checking.”
“Well, people get fired. Why was he let go?”
“I don’t know. Yet. They wouldn’t say. I’ll keep trying.”
“Wouldn’t HR know?” They’d have to know he was fired from his previous employer and the reason. “Or we could just ask him.”
“No.” She said it so quickly and so resolutely that I didn’t think it was wise to push the point.
“I’m supposed to have a drink with him this week. Maybe I could—”
“No.”
“Why not? I could bring upmylast job and ask him about his.”
She doesn’t immediately shut that idea down. “If you could find out in casual conversation, then that could probably work.”
Chapter Fifteen
Ben
“I’mglad you changed your mind, buddy,” Sam says, taking a long pull from his third bourbon. “I really needed a drink after dealing with this consultant bullshit.”
“Yeah.” I nod in agreement. Picking up my domestic beer, I take a long swig. “Such bullshit.” And it is, but after talking with Alison this afternoon, I’m not feeling quite as angry about all of it as Sam is, apparently.
“You need to watch your back, kid.”
“I know.”
When the waitress stops by our table, I order us a couple baskets of wings. Sam seems to appreciate the gesture.
Leaning closer, he attempts to whisper, but it comes out a little loud and hoarse. “I’m going to tell you a little secret.”
“Yeah?” I lean in too.
“You need to fuck that chick if you want to keep your job.”
That chick?“Uh, you mean Alison?”
“Yeah, the fat one. You need to hide your salami in her—” He cackles, and I feel like I may puke. “—in her cunt.”
“Sam….” I’ve never heard him talk like this. Ever. I’m going to be honest with you right now. It makes me feel dirty, and not in a sexy way. It’s a disgusting thing to say. “No—”
“What? Like you haven’t thought about it?” He leans over and slaps my shoulder. Hard. “You’re gonna be out on your ass unless you do something about it. And fucking that… thatconsultant”—he says the last word with such contempt, I wince—“will give you the protection you need.”
I can’t keep going with this conversation. “Hey, what’d you do before coming to Morgan?” Probably not the best way to segue into this conversation, but I had to change the subject.
“More of the same.” He sighs as he throws back the last of his bourbon. Raising his hand, he searches the room. “Where’d that sexy little waitress run off to? I need another drink.”
Who is this guy?“Maybe you’ve had enough.”
