My unlocked, lonely, empty apartment.
15
Rebecca
After dealingwith the drama of my parents all weekend and dealing with the bullshit blunder I’d made with the company card, I found myself in a great position Monday morning. I had my toys, they looked as if they had been returned on the company credit card, and my parents were in high spirits. We met up for breakfast and made plans for lunch so I could work while they explored the city, and as I made my way into the office, I held my head high with pride.
But, for some reason, it felt like people were staring at me.
“Morning,” I said with a nod of my head.
I waved and smiled at people that passed by with their eyes locked on me. The attention was nice. At least, for a little while, it was. However, when I made my way into my office, I saw people peering through the little glass window that spanned the length of my door.
Which got me wondering why in the world they were so curious about me.
“Knock knock,” Brit said.
“Come on in,” I called out.
She quickly slipped inside before closing the door behind her. “Okay, so you gotta tell me what happened.”
I shook my head as I logged into my computer. “No clue what you’re talking about.”
She perched on the edge of my desk. “Everyone is staring you down. You’ve done something. So, care to fill a bitch in on what’s happened?”
And that’s when Kelly burst into my office and closed the door behind her. “Everyone is talking.”
I furrowed my brow. “About what?”
Brit clicked her tongue. “See, I knew there was something. What did you hear?”
Kelly rushed to the chair in front of my desk and scooted it so close that she propped her feet up on the edge of my desk. “Everyone is starting to get very curious about you and Mr. Ryker.”
I blinked. “Why? I haven’t done anything.”
Kelly sighed. “Word around the office is that you keep getting summoned into his office. Someone down in I.T. calculated that you come in and out of his office seventy percent more than any other employee.”
Brit’s eyes widened. “That’s some serious calculation.”
I rolled my eyes. “So, the propeller-heads are bored. What does that have to do with me?”
Kelly picked up her feet and stood up. “I’m inclined to believe them. Mr. Ryker’s secretary says you’re up there all the time. I asked her myself.”
Brit snickered. “Instigator.”
I shook my head. “Seriously, there’s nothing to talk about. It’s not like I go up there because I want to. I mean, he’s an ass, remember? I’m always up there because he always summons me up there. And with his personal accountant still out due to whatever sickness has ailed her for over two weeks now, I’m still on-call twenty-four-seven.”
Kelly leveled her eyes with mine. “Is that all?”
Brit’s eyes widened. “Is the office talking about something else?”
And that’s when I stood to my feet. “Look, I get that people are curious. I’m the new girl and I go up to the big boy’s office a lot. But there’s nothing going on and there’s nothing to be worried about.”
Kelly sighed. “Girl, you gotta get better at lying if you’re going to save face for the office.”
My jaw hit the floor. “I’m not saving face!”
Brit folded her arms across her chest. “I mean, there have been a few things that--.”
