She nodded. “Yes, Mr. Ryker.”
I needed to get out of Becca’s orbit for a while until tensions died down.
And until I got my emotions back in their rightful place.
12
Rebecca
“Knock, knock!”
Brit’s sing-song voice filtered through my office door and I smiled. “Come in!”
She whipped my office door open. “So, rumor has it that Tommy got fired.”
My eyes bulged. “What?”
She slipped inside and closed the door. “Yeah, and to make things juicier, Mr. Ryker has apparently left for the day. After firing Tommy.”
Oh, no.“What do you think happened?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “As weird as it feels to admit it, H.R. is saying that he had women file sexual harassment reports against him.”
I snickered. “Serves him well, then.”
“Did he ever do anything to you?”
My mind flew back to the garage that night. “Not really. I mean, I thought he was kind of creepy whenever we were alone, but I didn’t file anything against him.”
“Hmm. Well, what do you say we ditch work for the rest of the day?”
My jaw hit the floor. “What if Mr. Ryker finds out?”
She waved her hand in the air. “How the hell is he going to know? He apparently left half an hour ago. And you know we can sign ourselves in and out via our work laptops.”
I dug through my purse. “What about our work cell phones?”
Brit pointed at me. “Now you’ve got the right idea. Let me go wrap up my day. Give me, like, thirty more minutes and I’ll meet you in the garage?”
I nodded. “But please tell me there are drinks involved.”
She barked with laughter. “No use in ditching work if you’re not going to get drunk because of it.”
“God, you’re my soulmate.”
She cackled with laughter as she left my office and I tanked through the last few things I needed to do. I sent off documents and projections to JoJo’s email before I shut my workstation down, but I gathered a few files to work on this evening after I sobered up.
I mean, if JoJo caught us, I wanted to make sure I had proof that I had still been working even though I hadn’t been in-office.
“Ready when you are!” Brit exclaimed as she charged back into my office.
I stuffed the files into my massive purse. “Ready!”
She sighed. “Are you seriously taking work home with you?”
I shrugged. “Consider it my way of throwing you under the bus if we get caught.”
She smiled. “Come on, asshole. I’ve got the perfect place for us to go.”
