“Go to the bathroom, now.” His voice was urgent enough I didn’t question it. I snatched up my purse and went straight back into the restroom, ducking into the first stall.
My thumbs typed furiously on the screen of my phone.
Had she seen us? I waited for him to detail more. But nothing came, so I asked what I should do.
I waited in the tiny bathroom, checking my email on my phone and trying not to think about how ridiculous, but necessary, hiding was. Of all people, Jamie was the worst when it came to gossip. She was a magnet for drama.
I waited three minutes for good measure, but it was futile. She’d gotten a table with a guy right up by the front, and I had no choice but to walk past her.
“Evelyn, hey!” she said, forcing me to stop.
“Oh, hey, Jamie.”
“This is my boyfriend, Steve.”
I smiled at the thin man dressed all in black with a serious face. He nodded back a hello.
“Pretty crazy about that deal with PC, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah. That’s good, though. I hear they’ve got a lot of big accounts. I should probably—”
“You see Logan? He was just in here, too.”
Shit. I wasn’t a good liar. “Oh? I didn’t know this place was so popular.”
She shrugged. “The gyros are worth the trip.”
“They’re just okay,” her boyfriend quipped.
“Really?” She shot him a discerning look, like she didn’t appreciate him contradicting her.
“I’ve gotta get back. Nice meeting you,” I said. I turned on my heel and raced toward the door, out into the sun.
I knocked on his office door at four-thirty.
“Are you busy?” I asked, hovering in the doorway.
“Not at the moment. What do you need?” His gaze left his computer screen and glanced my way, then back to the computer. His voice was so . . . direct. He was overcompensating now more than ever.
I strolled up to his desk. With his door open, with him back to pretending he didn’t care about me in any capacity other than professional, I viewed him one hundred percent as the boss he was a month ago. The arrogant, all-business jerk who held enormous power over my career. I could do this.
“I’d like to apply for the supervisor position.”
His gaze returned to me, like he was evaluating me right then and there, then it drifted back to the computer screen. “Okay. I can set your interview for four tomorrow. Does that work with your schedule?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“See you then.” The computer dinged with a new email and his focus left me, dismissing me. When I got back to my desk, I pulled up short. Jamie waited in my chair.
“Did you just come from Logan’s office?” Suspicion coated her voice.
“Yeah.” I tried to hide my frustration. I wasn’t pleased she was sitting in my chair, and I was even less thrilled with her question.
“Are you two, like, friends?” She asked it with an even mixture of disdain and accusation.
“No. I applied for the supervisor position.”
Her face flooded with surprise. “You did? You’re not even a senior.”