Then, I pulled a protein bar out of my purse and got back to work.
Anything to stay out of the prying eyes of the rest of the company.
3
Rebecca
“We should hookyou up with someone.”
I slowly lifted my head at the sound of Brit’s voice. “What?”
She closed my office door behind her. “Is that another new dress?”
I leaned up, ignoring her question. “Yes, I got new work clothes now that I have the money to buy them in one of the most expensive cities in the country. Now, what in the world are you going on about?”
She shook her head, as if pulling herself from a trance. “There’s this new dating app, right? It’s called Babble. It sort of works like Tinder, but instead the women get to make the first move. If the women don’t chat up the men, the men can’t chat back. It’s genius, and it helps women to screen potential dates better.”
“And this has to do with me because…?”
She came to sit in front of my desk. “Look, I know we have a lot to patch up between us, but I figured this might be a good way to at least start. I know I’ve done some shitty things, but I swear I did it because I thought I needed to protect you.”
I didn’t believe any of her shit, but I was intrigued, nonetheless. “Okay.”
“Okay… you’ll do the app?”
I pulled my phone out. “What’s it called again?”
She walked me through how to set up a profile and it gave me time to get a read on her. I listened to her every word and drank in her every inflection. She was intentionally trying to put distance between me and JoJo, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.
I didn’t get the sense that she liked him. But, outside of that reason, I had no other theories as to why she wanted to wiggle her way into that part of my life.
“There,” I said as I turned my phone toward her, “profile done.”
She clapped her hands. “Now, you just start searching, and swiping, and typing!”
“Right.”
She stood to her feet. “You want to get lunch with me today?”
I set my phone down. “Actually, I’ve got a hell of a lot of work I need to tend to today. Maybe some other time?”
Her eye twitched a bit. “Yes, of course. Some other time.”
And after I watched her leave my office, I picked my phone back up.
“Huh,” I murmured to myself.
On the one hand, it felt wrong to even be looking at something like this. I mean, if JoJo found out, he certainly wouldn’t be happy. But it wasn’t as if we were together. So, I decided to swipe and chat up a couple of guys.
What could it hurt, right?
I came across the profile of a man who was strikingly handsome for an accountant. Usually, they looked pretty frumpy, like me. All we did, every day, was crunch numbers for people who had more money than we’d ever see in our entire lives, and that changed people after a while. Some accountants were proud of their work, while others were walking carcasses of the person they used to be.
And I figured that, if nothing else, having another accountant friend in town would be nice.
Hi there. It’s nice to meet another accountant.
I sent the message off and didn’t expect him to respond for a while, but I didn’t even get my phone back in my purse before it vibrated.
