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“On it,” I stated as I left his office. Alice was not at her desk, so I went straight to Mike’s, which was on the other side of Alex’s. Mike had an office because he needed more space than the rest of us for all his techno-toys and gadgets.
I took a seat in his guest chair. “Heard there was a question with the client.”
“Yeah, what are you doing here? I thought you were working with your girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Does she know that?”
“I did not come in here to talk about Maggie; can we just stick to work, please?”
“Fine,” he grunted.
As Mike and I talked, in the back of my mind, I wondered if Maggie was into some of the kinky shit that Mike was. Would the two of them get along? I gripped the arms of the chair tightly and then forced myself to relax. It didn’t matter to me what she did or who she was with.
I was just thankful that Jake had given me the green light to stay here. At least I think I was—fuck!
Chapter Twenty-Four
Maggie
“Can you come over tonight?” I asked Heather as I rushed up the steps to the building that housed the newspaper.
“Sure, what time?”
“Eight? Unless you want to come for dinner.”
“No, eight will work. I have a few other things going on after work.”
“Alright, I’ll see you then.” I opened the door to the paper and prepared to hang up on Heather, but she stopped me.
“Wait! Did you really get arrested last night?”
I stopped in the middle of the lobby. “Where did you hear that?”
“Donna mentioned it, said Tobin told her after he heard it from Sarah, whose brother is a cop.”
“No. I was not arrested,” I snapped.
“You weren’t?”
I sighed; it wasn’t her fault that my life was going off the rails. “I’ll explain it tonight, Heather. I gotta go.”
I hung up before she could respond and wondered what I was going to be walking into when I got up to the third floor. I’d already received three voicemails and six text messages from Jeff about being arrested. How had they heard that?
After lunch with Trevor, the two of us had gone back to the training center and worked on some other safety protocols. It was simple stuff. Well, simple if you had common sense, and we got through it quickly.
I glanced at my watch and winced. It was almost three. Okay, maybe not as quickly as I had hoped. I rushed to the elevator and waited for the car to arrive. When the doors opened on the third floor, I practically exploded out of it. I glanced nervously toward Jeff’s office and then made a beeline for my cubicle, hoping to at least be able to hide there for a few minutes before I was demanded to make an appearance in his office.
“Where the hell have you been?” Jessica, a co-worker, said as I slithered into my desk. She looked both ways in the narrow aisle between our cubbies and then rolled her chair into mine. “Did you seriously get arrested?”
“No, I did not get arrested. I was brought in for an interview.”
“But you were handcuffed!”
“How the hell do you know that?” I asked her.
“Because I saw the picture!”
