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the pool.
I'm being ridiculous, just step all the way out.
As I do I can't help but feel like a teenager sneaking out of her bedroom window.
The girl who's desk is on the right side of me is concentrating on entering information from the
paper next to her, unaware that I've entered. The other desk is vacant.
I clear my throat. Uh, hi, I lamely mumble. I hate how this whole situation makes me feel like a
kid needing to ask an adult for permission.
She scrunches up her nose and pushes up her glasses with her index finger as she looks up to
examine me.
Her eyes get wide and she jumps up, knocking over some paper and pens, hitting her knee on the
desk, and grimacing in pain.
Miss Evans, what can I do for you? She nervously squeaks, pushing up her glasses again with
her index finger before sweeping away the stray auburn strands that have fallen over her face from her
loose ponytail.
I just wanted to know where a bathroom is?
Her skin turns bright red, I'm so sorry. Please, let me show you. She awkwardly scurries
around her desk. There's something about her you can't help but smile at. She's so awkward it's cute.
No need to show me, just point the way.
She points a finger to the door on the left side of the empty desk, It's the last door on the right
before the hall turns. Directly across from it is the door to Mr. Cole's office. Don't confuse the two,
she warns, then taps her index finger to her lips, Never mind, Miss Evans. I'm sorry, I forgot you
have Portkey access.
What the hell is that? I'll have to ask after I finish in the bathroom. I rush out a thanks and hurry
towards the bathroom, closing the hall door behind me. There's only one door on the left wall, which
means that whole side is Ben's. Now I'm even more curious. I have to see it before I go.
All the doors I pass on my right are closed. One of the doors flies open and almost smacks me.
The guard Jay stole the gun from is standing there, the man Jay has told me he calls Asswipe.
Asswipe eyes me, a sneer shaping part of his lips, Miss Evans, if you're looking for Lincoln he's
with his girlfriend right now.
Well good for him. I was headed for the bathroom, I'm detached, successfully coming across as
uncaring despite the mental punch to my gut I just took.
I brush past him, heart revving into full gear, battling with myself to not ask him what he meant by
that, but I don't think I could handle it if he gave me an answer I didn't like.
I close the bathroom door behind me and lean against it.
Has Jay been dating another woman? Please no, please don't let him have found someone else
while we were separated.
Is that why he was so cold to me in the beginning and end of our encounter? Despite my jealousy
radar beeping, I have a hard time believing it.
I become aware of my fingers twisting Jay's ring around my middle finger. I stare at it and
remember what it meant for Jay to give me something like this. I remember how he told me he loved
me and saying something like that didn't come easy to him; it's huge that he expressed that to me. I
remember the phone calls and the words he spoke, expressing how much I mattered to him.
Trust me.
His words ring clear in my ears. How many times did he tell that to me? More than a handful.
He's right, I need to trust him and would want him to do the same for me. Getting jealous and
insecure without hearing the full story will only cause arguing, heartache, and unnecessary pain.
Trust: it's a bitch of a word.
I do what I came in here for and hurry back out, hoping to not encounter anyone else.
Ben's assistant is busy at work when I reenter the waiting area. I don't want to go back inside that
office where I'm alone, so I decide to engage her in conversation, Thanks for the help.
She jumps and pushes her glasses up. She gives me what I think is supposed to be a friendly
smile, but it's more of a twitchy grimace. Of course, Miss Evans. Can I get you something to drink?
No, thank you. I had some of Ben's whiskey.
A gasp starts in her chest and her eyes get wide. I can't tell if it's because I called him Ben or I
helped myself to his whiskey.
And please, call me Lily, I extend my hand out to her.
She rubs her hand on her thigh before offering it to me. Her hand sits loosely in mine, shy and
unsure of herself, Harriet.
I smile warmly at her and notice she relaxes, giving me a half-smile that's more genuine than the
first, It's nice to meet you, Harriet.
Hattie, she shrugs, shifting in her seat and pushing up her glasses like I'm making her nervous,
Everyone calls me Hattie.
So, Hattie, how long have you worked for Ben?
She blushes and looks down at her hands resting on her lap, About eleven months.
Is he a cool boss? He seems like he could go either way.
Um... her eyes dart around the room and she runs her top lip under her teeth, slowly dragging it
along.
I shake my head, feeling like an idiot, I'm sorry, that's a really stupid question when you're at
work in a room full of cameras.
Hattie looks relieved that I understand.
The door from the hall opens and we both jerk our heads around to see who's entering. A
beautiful platinum blond in a tight black business suit appears, sashaying over to her desk.
Hey, Hattie, did you finish entering in she stops when she's behind her desk and notices me.
She plasters on a welcoming smile, So sorry, Ms. Evans. I didn't see you there. Was I interrupting
something?
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the pool.
I'm being ridiculous, just step all the way out.
As I do I can't help but feel like a teenager sneaking out of her bedroom window.
The girl who's desk is on the right side of me is concentrating on entering information from the
paper next to her, unaware that I've entered. The other desk is vacant.
I clear my throat. Uh, hi, I lamely mumble. I hate how this whole situation makes me feel like a
kid needing to ask an adult for permission.
She scrunches up her nose and pushes up her glasses with her index finger as she looks up to
examine me.
Her eyes get wide and she jumps up, knocking over some paper and pens, hitting her knee on the
desk, and grimacing in pain.
Miss Evans, what can I do for you? She nervously squeaks, pushing up her glasses again with
her index finger before sweeping away the stray auburn strands that have fallen over her face from her
loose ponytail.
I just wanted to know where a bathroom is?
Her skin turns bright red, I'm so sorry. Please, let me show you. She awkwardly scurries
around her desk. There's something about her you can't help but smile at. She's so awkward it's cute.
No need to show me, just point the way.
She points a finger to the door on the left side of the empty desk, It's the last door on the right
before the hall turns. Directly across from it is the door to Mr. Cole's office. Don't confuse the two,
she warns, then taps her index finger to her lips, Never mind, Miss Evans. I'm sorry, I forgot you
have Portkey access.
What the hell is that? I'll have to ask after I finish in the bathroom. I rush out a thanks and hurry
towards the bathroom, closing the hall door behind me. There's only one door on the left wall, which
means that whole side is Ben's. Now I'm even more curious. I have to see it before I go.
All the doors I pass on my right are closed. One of the doors flies open and almost smacks me.
The guard Jay stole the gun from is standing there, the man Jay has told me he calls Asswipe.
Asswipe eyes me, a sneer shaping part of his lips, Miss Evans, if you're looking for Lincoln he's
with his girlfriend right now.
Well good for him. I was headed for the bathroom, I'm detached, successfully coming across as
uncaring despite the mental punch to my gut I just took.
I brush past him, heart revving into full gear, battling with myself to not ask him what he meant by
that, but I don't think I could handle it if he gave me an answer I didn't like.
I close the bathroom door behind me and lean against it.
Has Jay been dating another woman? Please no, please don't let him have found someone else
while we were separated.
Is that why he was so cold to me in the beginning and end of our encounter? Despite my jealousy
radar beeping, I have a hard time believing it.
I become aware of my fingers twisting Jay's ring around my middle finger. I stare at it and
remember what it meant for Jay to give me something like this. I remember how he told me he loved
me and saying something like that didn't come easy to him; it's huge that he expressed that to me. I
remember the phone calls and the words he spoke, expressing how much I mattered to him.
Trust me.
His words ring clear in my ears. How many times did he tell that to me? More than a handful.
He's right, I need to trust him and would want him to do the same for me. Getting jealous and
insecure without hearing the full story will only cause arguing, heartache, and unnecessary pain.
Trust: it's a bitch of a word.
I do what I came in here for and hurry back out, hoping to not encounter anyone else.
Ben's assistant is busy at work when I reenter the waiting area. I don't want to go back inside that
office where I'm alone, so I decide to engage her in conversation, Thanks for the help.
She jumps and pushes her glasses up. She gives me what I think is supposed to be a friendly
smile, but it's more of a twitchy grimace. Of course, Miss Evans. Can I get you something to drink?
No, thank you. I had some of Ben's whiskey.
A gasp starts in her chest and her eyes get wide. I can't tell if it's because I called him Ben or I
helped myself to his whiskey.
And please, call me Lily, I extend my hand out to her.
She rubs her hand on her thigh before offering it to me. Her hand sits loosely in mine, shy and
unsure of herself, Harriet.
I smile warmly at her and notice she relaxes, giving me a half-smile that's more genuine than the
first, It's nice to meet you, Harriet.
Hattie, she shrugs, shifting in her seat and pushing up her glasses like I'm making her nervous,
Everyone calls me Hattie.
So, Hattie, how long have you worked for Ben?
She blushes and looks down at her hands resting on her lap, About eleven months.
Is he a cool boss? He seems like he could go either way.
Um... her eyes dart around the room and she runs her top lip under her teeth, slowly dragging it
along.
I shake my head, feeling like an idiot, I'm sorry, that's a really stupid question when you're at
work in a room full of cameras.
Hattie looks relieved that I understand.
The door from the hall opens and we both jerk our heads around to see who's entering. A
beautiful platinum blond in a tight black business suit appears, sashaying over to her desk.
Hey, Hattie, did you finish entering in she stops when she's behind her desk and notices me.
She plasters on a welcoming smile, So sorry, Ms. Evans. I didn't see you there. Was I interrupting
something?
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