Then why is it your email?
Becky
I was hacked
Crestina
Nice try
Crestina
I’ll be reporting you to Maryann first thing tomorrow
Becky
It wasn’t me!
Crestina
Please. Of course it was
Crestina
I can’t believe you would do this
Becky
Why should she get the man and not me?
“Okay,I’m half tempted to come over right now and see what is going on.”
I shake my head, even though she can’t see it. “We’ll get drinks next week. I need to figure out what’s going on myself.”
“Okay. Keep me updated, okay?” Harper tells me.
“I will.”
“Oh! And before I forget,” Harper starts, “I have a line on a new job for you.”
“Really? Where?”
“I’ll text it to you, okay? It’s where my massage therapist works.”
“That’d be amazing. Thanks, Harper. Really.”
“I’ve got your back, Stevie. I’ll see you next week.”
Ending the call, I toss the phone onto the bed and grab Cressy’s phone.
“I can’t believe she would stoop so low,” she says.
“I never thought someone I work with would do this. I feel…”
Heartbroken. Betrayed. Angry.
“Too many things. Take some time to process, and maybe it means things will finally end.”
“You think so?”
