“Wow, testy.” Sighing, she finally tells me. “She went home.”
“Where’s home?”
“Iowa.”
I wait and hope she takes my silence as annoyance because that’s precisely what that means. When she says nothing more. “Where in Iowa?”
“Northeastern Iowa.”
“Fucking hell, Cammy. Tell me where she went.”
“Home.”
“Ahhhh,” I yell. “I hate my fucking life.”
“Jesus, calm down. She went home. She had a thing.”
“A thing.”
“Yeah, a family thing.”
“Are you going to tell me where she lives or do I need to contact human resources.”
“Human resources. I promised her I wouldn’t tell you.”
I breathe in and out to gather myself. “Tell me this. Is she coming back?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know if she’s coming back to Chicago?”
“Oh, she’s coming back to Chicago.”
I let out a sigh of relief until Cammy adds, “I just don’t think she’s coming back to P&A.”
“She has to. She needs to give notice.”
“Uh, well, not necessarily. Not if she’s already got a new job lined up.”
“Does she? Does she have another job lined up?”
“Possibly.”
“With whom? Which firm?”
“Gabriel. She swore me to secrecy.”
“Just tell me who offered a job out from under me?”
“Kenneth Griffin.”
“Fuck. As what? His personal assistant?”
“You know she’s got a marketing degree, right?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s all I’m saying. She’s going to kill me as it is.”
