“Anytime, babe. Love you. Let’s get margs tonight.”
I mumble an agreement, tapping the End button. I push open the door to the stall, gasping at the unexpected sight of Becky from human resources.
“Becky! Wha...what are you doing in here?” I stammer out, forming a weak smile as my stomach twists.
She smiles widely, lipstick stuck on her teeth again. “Oh, I eat Chinese food almost every day, but I can’t process the gluten. I have a standing appointment in here at one fifteen.” She winks at me. “Everyone knows that, honey.”
“Well, I’m new.” I chuckle nervously. “I didn’t know.”
She shrugs, grin widening.
“So . . . I didn’t know Mr. Bradshaw was engaged.” I say.
Her eyes twinkle as she stares at me. I can tell right away what’s happening here—share the gossip with Becky, and maybe she won’t report me to whoever her boss is for what I did.
“Becky, girl . . . we should get lunch and talk about it! I would love to get your opinion on . . . some things.”
I smile as she nods enthusiastically.
“Yes! Let’s go Monday!” She claps her hands together, squeezing me in for a hug.
“Oh, um . . . sure. That works great for me.”
The door opens, and another woman enters. Becky winks at me, and we walk out together. Once we reach the hall leading toward my desk, she turns to smile at me.
“Okay, see you at lunch, Kate!”
What the hell did I just agree to?
Becky starts textingme at two a.m. on Friday night. The only reason I’m even awake is because I’ve been stressing out that she’s already reported the entire “incident,” and I’ll walk into work on Monday morning to face one of the following scenarios:
Shampoo-commercial girl accusing me of lying about what happened or ripping my hair out for sleeping with her fiancé and then me getting fired.
Mr. Bradshaw accusing me of lying and then me getting fired.
Human resources, spearheaded by Becky, conducting an investigation and then me getting fired.
Just me getting fired.
This is the first time in my life I can ever remember thinking that going into work, only to get fired, would be the best possible outcome of my day.
Becky
Kate, this is Becky. I just wanted to let you know I have all the dirt we could ever need! Can’t wait for our lunch date. xo
Kate
That’s great. I’ll see you at lunch.
Does she think she’s Gossip Girl?
I set my phone on the ground by Mel’s couch, where I’ve been sleeping. She has a tiny double bed, and she sleeps like a dead woman with every limb stretched out around her. The floor vibrates, and I groan as I pick up the phone.
Becky
I can get pretty much anyone to add me on Facebook. They just assume they know me from somewhere. It’s wild! I have almost 10,000 friends between my two accounts! You will not believe what I have to tell you. xo
Okay, I guess this is semi-great news, but if she doesn’t let me get some sleep, I will block her number.
