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Escape my own office!
Then she could return and I could come back in.
This whole thing was getting wildly out of hand.
I sent the message.
There was a pause as Waev read it. He typed a few responses before giving up and answering instead with a simple: “Yes, sir.”
And then the worst thing imaginable happened—next to her discovering me peeping at her, that is.
She pulled her dress up and sat on the toilet.
My cheeks burned as she tinkled, humming a tune happily to herself.
If she turned her head just a couple of inches my way, she might see me, a blurry mass in the frosted glass.
I would never live it down. I might have to move.
A few minutes later, she was done and washing her hands. That’s when Waev’s knock came on the office door.
The girl quickly wiped her hands on the towel and exited the restroom.
I breathed an enormous sigh of relief.
“Traes may be a little while longer,” Waev said. “I thought perhaps you might like to see the garden?”
“Oh,” she said. “Okay. That would be fun.”
“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” Waev said. “I’m sure I can get you something?”
“That would be great, thank you,” the girl said as she left. “A cup of water or fruit juice would be good—”
And they were gone.
I stepped out of the restroom and shook my head, chuckling to myself. Danger averted. What a mess I’d gotten myself into.
First impressions mattered. You always wanted to make sure you came across as professional at all times. It was hard to come across as less professional than as a peeping Tom and—
“—a moment to grab my bag—” the girl said as she walked back in my office.
I froze.
Maybe if I stood still enough, she wouldn’t notice me. But it was no good. I was standing in the middle of the room and there was no chance she could miss me.
“Oh,” she said, wearing a frown. “Hello.”
She glanced from me to the restroom and back again.
I opened my mouth.
I said, “I…”
What? What was I going to say? That I was a random house worker and I just happened to slip past her for the split second she’d left? She would know I was lying. Not many cleaners wore sharp suits.
I decided to paper over the whole thing and pretend like it never happened. I was the employer. I didn’t need to explain myself to anyone.
Except to myself on how badly I’d ruined this first impression.
