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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?”