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7
LUCIE
Ican’t believe he called Molly’s gorgeous software ‘shit.’
I can’t believe he’s turned out to be such a dick.
I can’t believe how badly this day is going.
It’s after lunch when the bank manager finally returns my multiple calls, and the first words out of her mouth are, “I’m not sure I can help, since this is between you and your husband.”
“Have you asked him to reinstate the funds?” she continues, as if Jeremy took the money byaccident.
“I’m confused,” I reply through clenched teeth. “You’re telling me that if someone hacks into my checking account—I didn’t give him the password, he just guessed—there’s nothing you can do? How is that possibly legal?”
“You created an account with us off your original account, which he’s still on,” she says. “I’d change my password if I were you.”
I have one credit card in my name, acquired in college—if I can even find it. My entire adult life was held in Jeremy’s tight fists, and he turned it to dust in the blink of an eye. I’ll have to cancel the appointment with the lawyer, and I’ve got no one to blame but myself. Scorpions sting—that’s what they do. I wasthe moron who thought the scorpion wouldn’t sting if his kids were involved.
I hang up and spin around to find Caleb standing there, eating up the entire opening of the cubicle, tugging at the knot of his tie. I don’t care how pretty he is, how stressed he looks...I’m not about to forgive him for this morning.Molly’s software was fucking amazing, and he had no right—
“Let me guess,” he says, “you used your children’s names and birthdates for your password.”
I’ve been wondering why his wife is still away—maybe she just needed a break from his bad attitude. I’ve been here five days and I need one myself.
I sigh. “You know, the polite thing to do here isn’t toaccurately guessthe stupid thing I did.”
“This might come as a shock to you, butpoliteis not a term often used to describe me. Do you, uh, need an advance on your salary?”
I stare at him with my mouth ajar. You don’t offer an advance to someone who isn’tstaying. “Why would you offer that when you’re desperately hoping to be rid of me?”
He rubs his eyes. “We’re approving the software. That’s what I came down here to tell you. And I know you won’t have results by next Friday, but Mark thought it might be a good idea if you came to the interview, to discuss it.” He frowns, hesitating for one long, drawn-out breath. “Lucie, it’s not about you, okay? You’ve been doing a really good job.”
My eyes sting. It’s been a long time since someone said I’d done anything right.Do not fucking cry in front of him, Lucie. Do not.
It must be obvious, despite my efforts. His eyes widen and there’s concern there before he turns away. “You’ve had a rough week,” he says as he leaves. “Go home and get some sleep.”
That sweetness is still there, under everything, that sweetness from another life.
I wonder why he seems so miserable in this one.
I don’t leave early, as he suggested, because if he needs results as soon as possible, I need to get goingnow.
I open the email I’d already drafted explaining the walking program to the entire company. I look it over one last time, and my hand shakes as I hit send. It still seems impossible that anyone trustsmeto write five-hundred employees at once.
I’d planned to leave soon afterward, but I’m immediately deluged with responses. There’s a lot of sniping about the software and whining about the guy on the fourth floor who runs marathons, but there are also compliments and emails simply saying, ‘thanks.’
A woman from HR comes to my cubicle to give me other ideas she has for TSG. People call to clarify the prize structure. Kayleigh even puts down her phone long enough to bitch about Wyatt, the marathoner, as I walk past.
The work day is nearly over by the time I’ve had a second to breathe and discover new texts from Jeremy waiting.
JEREMY
Did you manage to drop the twins at school on time for once?
Should I send over some multivitamins? God knows they must need it with the meals you serve.
He’s just angry that his little stunt with the checking account didn’t provoke a response and lashing out, but I deflate regardless, the way I always have when he criticizes me.
