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“That’s none of your business. Now, if that’s all you need—”
“God, baby, you look so hot in that mini-skirt. Gonna hike it up and taste your—”
“Okay, bye.” I quickly hang up. “What in the world?!”
Harry shrugs. “What? She told me to say it.”
I shoot daggers at Mindy, who has tears running down her face from laughing so hard. “Dude, that was awesome.”
“How exactly was that awesome?”
“Because. Two can play this game. Now he knows you’ve got your own side piece, and you’re not actually sitting at a bar sulking.”
“Yeah, and your sidepiece says to let my bartender get back to work,” Harry grumbles and walks off.
“Yes, sir!” Mindy salutes him. “Listen, I’m off tomorrow. Let’s go out.”
“I can’t. Told you. I’m not drinking during the week.”
“You’re drinking now.”
“This is an exception. Plus, I have some stupid awards thing after work.”
“Come out after. We can take Thirsty Thursday to a whole new level.”
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. I met this guy the other night. He’s a popular nightclub promoter. We can meet up with him. I bet he has some connections with restaurants. Maybe we can see about getting you in with some managers. What do you say?”
What a low blow. She knows I won’t say no to that.
“Fine—”
“Yay! Okay. I’ll text you the details. Wear something hot. We’re getting you a new job tomorrow night.”
A girl can only hope.
Chapter twelve
Fay
“Morning...Ithink. You don’t look so good.”
“How late am I?” I ask Amy, rushing past her desk. Drunk me forgot to plug my phone in before I went to bed. “My phone died. I never woke up to my alarm.”
“Thirty-seven minutes.” Great. “And he’s on a rampage.”
Even better. I race down the hallway and throw my stuff on my desk. I waste thirty seconds debating on making my presence known or getting coffee. Coffee wins. When I return, he’s standing in the doorway of his office, arms crossed over his chest.
“You’re late.”
“My phone died.”
“That doesn’t sound like my problem. You’re still late,” he hisses.
“I’m here now,” I snap back. “Your coffee.” He doesn’t move to accept it. Instead, he storms into his office. Jerk. I follow, secretly taking a sip because I need the caffeine more than he does.
“The Callahan reports are wrong. They need to be redone.”
