I blinked. "It's Tuesday. I'm working?"
"Did you check your emails?" Donna asked.
I shrugged. "I don't check my work email when I'm home. I'll just look at it now."
Alice groaned and slapped her forehead. "Oh my God, he has no idea."
"What you talking about?" I asked.
Donna pulled up her phone screen and showed it to me. I squinted at it. There was an email forwarded to our whole team about the winner of some contest for charity. As I read it, my eyes slowly widened in horror.
"And the grand prize winner is," I read out loud, "Stan Smith? As in, me?"
"Yes!" Alice and Donna cried at the same time.
My jaw dropped. I reread the email to make sure hadn't missed something, as if they were playing a prank on me. But it was real. All the email addresses were genuine and the email had clearly been sent by higher up.
But that meant…
"Wait, but I didn't enter the contest!" I sputtered. "Maybe they meant a different Stan Smith."
Donna shook her head. "You're the only one with that name in the whole company."
"Are you sure? It's a really common name."
Alice rolled her eyes. "It's you, dunderhead. Come on, aren't you excited?"
"No, because something obviously went wrong here. I mean, why would I have won the contest when I didn't even enter the freaking thing?" As the words came out of my mouth, the truth dawned on me and I realized what happened. I gasped and pointed and accusatory finger at Alice. "You!"
She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. "Me?"
"You entered me in that contest, didn't you? Even after I told you I didn't want to!"
Donna chuckled. "Well, it wasn't just Alice, I helped too."
I groaned loudly. "Why?"
Alice put her hands on her hips. "Because you need help, and you refuse to help yourself."
I frowned. I didn't need help. I just needed everyone to leave me alone. I was fine the way I was, even if I'd never been on a date and would never attract an alpha.
"Is this grand prize like, transferable or…?" I asked. "Can I sell it on eBay?"
"No," they said at the same time.
I made a face. "What a ripoff."
"It is not a ripoff," Alice said. "You get a whole week off of work—paid, by the way—and you get to spend it with one of the most famous makeup artists in the world! How is that not the best thing ever?"
I looked at her seriously. "Alice, if you want this prize so badly, why didn't you enter your own name instead of mine?"
She smiled. "Because you're my friend and I want you to have nice things for once."
Well, when she put it like that, it was hard to refuse. I sighed. "Fine. I'll... Think about it."
They both grinned maniacally.
"So what am I supposed to do?" I asked, trying not to sound too grumpy. "Where is this Fabio guy?"
