That gets his attention. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Are you threatening me?”
A creepy smile crosses his lips, and his tone is now very condescending. I know because I’ve heard it before. “Now, now, Willamina. There’s no need for irrational behavior.”
“Irrational behavior?” I’m about to blow a gasket. When men call women irrational, it makes me, well, irrational. “You stole items that were addressed to me. That’s mail fraud.”
Not really. He didn’t take it from my mailbox, but it sounded good. Picking up my three packages, I spin on my heel and march out of his office.
Don’t worry, the first thing I plan to do after I open my gifts is call human resources. Except, the second I get into my office, Bonnie is there with her cell phone in hand. “Here. It’s Gail in human resources. I already called her. You need to talk to her before Spencer calls and lies about everything.”
“How did you know?” I take her phone.
“Michelle is dating the security guard from the lobby. After Hudson came with the flowers, he told her that Spencer informed him that if you were to receive anything, including visitors, to call him first.”
“That snake,” I snap.
“Willamina?” I hear Gail’s voice on the other end of the line. “I’m here.”
She asks, “Is that all true?”
I spend the next ten minutes on the phone with human resources outlining my experience with Spencer. Even back to the time he reached out and touched my ruby necklace. The one my mom and dad gave me when I graduated from college. When he did it, his finger sort of lingered on my chest, sliding back and forth. It was inappropriate and made me feel uber uncomfortable.
Why didn’t I say anything?
Because I was new, and he was my boss. That’s why.
After hanging up, I look up at Bonnie’s who has planted her little butt onto my desk. “Let’s see what he sent you.”
“He?”
“Don’t play dumb. You’re better than that.”
Smiling, I pick up the long box first. Pulling off the wrap, I smile. “It’s a box of candy.”
Bonnie takes it from me. “That’s good stuff.” She sniffs the package. “I bet this cost a hundred bucks.”
“No.” Taking it back from her, I wink. “I’ll share.”
“Excellent.” She points to the small box.
“Spencer already opened this one.” But I’m sure she overheard me tell Gail about that. Tugging on the ribbon, I lift the lid and laugh. “Aw, it’s for Barney.” Pulling out the package, I feel the beat of my heart in double time. “Catnip balls.” Three of them.
“Smart man. He knows the way to your heart.”
“Through my cat.”
“Now, the envelope. Drumroll please,” Bonnie snickers.
Opening the flap, I pull out four tickets to a baseball game.
She takes one of the tickets. “Holy shit, girl. These aren’t just regular tickets. These are V.I.P. tickets for one of the boxes.” She looks closer. “And they’re for the game next week. The Fourth of July game. That is one hot ticket. Fourth of July game tickets are hard to get.”
Picking up the envelope, something slips out. Looking down, it’s a handwritten message. I go ahead and read it aloud because Bonnie’s going to see it anyway.
Willa, I know how much you love baseball. Definitely more than hockey. Please invite three of your friends to attend the game. The box includes catering, so call the number on the bottom of this note to let them know what you’d like to have on hand. Sincerely, Hudson.
“Can I ask Carl to come with us?”
