I push upright and set my bottle on the small round table in exchange for the plate. The golden-brown delicacy on top smells delicious. Not that I tell her that as I cut into the crab cake with the fork provided and take a bite.
Holy shit.
She’s right.
From the smug smile on her lips, she knows it.
Again, I’m faced with an important decision.
I’m not proud of what I’m about to do, but these crab cakes are giving me life, and one can never have too much life. I poke the patty with the fork and say, “You didn’t make this.”
Her shapely brows slam down over narrowed eyes. “Yes, I did.”
I take another bite and nearly expire in my chair. I don’t know what spices she used in this thing, but they’re divine. From what I can tell, there isn’t any filler either. Straight crab and spices.Get in my mouth.
“No way. You bought it somewhere.” I set the fork down long enough to take a swig of my beer. What a heavenly combination. Downright euphoric. “Tell the truth, Loren. Was it Waterfront? My cousin said they got a new cook.”
She clutches her railing like it’s taking everything within her to keep from leaping over the gap and stealing back the most amazing dinner I’ve ever had. “I made those in my own damn kitchen.”
“Sure, you did.”
“Fine. I’ll tell you where to get the crab next weekend and I’ll cook them right in front of you.”
Hiding my smile behind another bite, I chuckle and say, “If you insist.”
CHAPTER 10
LOREN
Josh
What do you say to a bottle of wine tonight?
Rebecca saunters past my cubicle,coffee mug in hand, rocking a black pantsuit that makes her look like a total girl boss. When I wave to her from my desk, she does a double-take before coming to a dead stop. “You’re here early.”
“I’m more efficient in the mornings.” That and I fell asleep early, so I was awake before my alarm went off.
“Oh, my goodness, me too. By the time I leave, my brain is complete mush.”
“Same here.”
“Well, have a good one.”
“You too.”
That might be my first ever normal interaction with Rebecca. I think I’m finally getting the hang of this socializing thing.
I lift my arms over my head for a long, luxurious stretch. Okay. Time to get back to it. First up: email.
Looks like the company’s quarterly book club meeting is scheduled for next week, which couldn’t come at a better time.I could use an extra hundred bucks. But first, I have to force myself to read about outliers. Whatever that means. There are copies of the book down in the library.
That’s right. This place has a library.
Oh, and the company Christmas party is in a few weeks. I still need to RSVP. I’ll talk to Meg before I do though. Not sure I’ll want to go if she doesn’t. Unless Rebecca wants me to. Maybe I should ask. Wouldn’t want to look like I’m not a team player or whatever. Ineedthem to take me on as an employee after my contract ends.
Twenty minutes later, all the notifications are clear and I’m ready to send out some traffic.
There’s an email with all the codes for each new commercial so that when I select the stations to send them to, I send the correct ones. There’s also information about rotation and split and a bunch of other boring stuff that is thankfully straightforward enough.
