When I approach his door, I see Katya typing on her computer. “Too late,” I say under my breath. She’s already emailing people. She looks up at me with eyes that are now angry slits. Great. Katya didn’t like me before. Now she looks like she hates me. I think I need to be more careful. When this whole faux relationship is over, things are going to be uncomfortable. I need to be more careful.
I step out of his office and walk steadily to my desk. People are looking up from the computers, staring at me as I do the walk of shame. Yep, she already told everyone.
I speed my steps until I get to the front of the office. Cammy is fielding a phone call when I scurry over to her. “Don’t say a word. I got the email.”
“She sent an email?” I knew it.
“Katya is a bitch, but the thing is, this is good.
“How can this be good? I was practically screwing the boss on his desk.”
“Oh, really? Tell me more,” she says leaning forward.
“Ha, ha. What did Katya’s message say?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
Sighing, she brings up her email, turning the monitor to face me.
I bend in half to get close to the screen. I read it five times, each time my brain notices something new about the email. Upright again, I turn to Cammy. “First of all, we weren’t screwing. We were making out. Second of all, what is this ‘holidaypartygroup’? Is that how she got everyone’s sweater sizes?”
“I believe so.” Cammy clicked around and brought up a dozen emails addressed to that group.
“I never got any of those. I must not be included in that group.”
“Probably not.”
“I bet Gabriel’s not included either.”
“I doubt it.”
“Why does she hate me so much?”
“Well,” Cammy sighs. “Probably because she’s the princess of darkness and you’re sunshine and light.”
I snort in disbelief, “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. Everyone loves you here.”
Shaking my head, I lean down to read it one more time. “At least she didn’t name names.”
“I’m sure she did it as self-preservation. Gabriel can’t fire her for that.” Cammy points to the email. “He can’t prove she was referring to your little office tryst.”
“Office tryst? Oh, geesh. That’s a bit much, isn’t it?”
Cammy giggles as she stands to leave. “Get back to work, slacker. I’ll be back up at noon to go to lunch.”
“Fine,” I grumble. This day can’t end soon enough for me.
