It might not be clear that I really do want to talk. I want to know what happened in the past two decades. Or at least, I thought I did. Now, it might be more than that, for some reason I can’t quite comprehend. I don’t know what’s going on with my body where Zoe is concerned. I can only blame it on straight-up testosterone. Or something. To be fair to my cock, even if he did let me down in the most spectacularly embarrassing fashion tonight, I don’t know what’s going on with my head either.
And, after all, I did win at rock, paper, scissors, and that shit is serious business.
I have to find a way to keep Zoe from going back on her word.
Even if I can’t fully explain why.CHAPTER 8ZoeBy the time I get to work on Monday morning, it becomes evident that Rancid Raiden has struck again.
My two weeks’ notice is burning a hole through my purse, which I have slung over my shoulder. As soon as I walk in, I can tell just by the air in the office that something is up. No one is this happy on a Monday morning, but I see people walking around all over the place with huge grins and sparkly eyes.
The receptionist, Kate, flashes me a thumbs up as I walk by. I keep walking through the door and down the hall to my own department. It’s like freaking Christmas in there. There are folks everywhere, and Jamie is hooting something about a ‘free vacation’ while Sam is actually dancing a little jig. Sam is sixty-two, just to put things into perspective.
My closest friend in the department, Bonnie, grabs my arms the second she sees me enter our workspace. She quickly tugs me into my small office and flicks on the light.
“Oh my god,” she gasps excitedly.
Bonnie is almost forty. She has told me that she only smokes so she can have the extra break time. She’s worn her hair in a pixie cut for as long as I’ve known her, and we started here around the same time. She frequently changes the color of it, and right now, it’s dyed a flashy neon red. It kind of reminds me of a fire hydrant. She’s rail-thin, but then again, she’s almost six feet tall. Bonnie loves jeans and t-shirts, and even though we have a dress code here, she somehow gets away with pairing jeans with a blazer or a pencil skirt with a tucked-in t-shirt. She’s rocking the latter today.
“What’s going on? Why is everyone in party mode on a Monday morning?”
“Check your email!” Bonnie commands. “Or wait, I’ll just tell you. We all got an email this morning, all the department heads and managers, and HR people, and…”
“I’ll just check my email.”
“No!” Bonnie grips my hand and pumps it hard for no apparent reason. “I’m getting to the point. Just hold on. So, we all got an email this morning. And next week, we’re going for a week-long corporate training at some remote resort in Colorado!”
“What?”
“Yes! Everyone is super pumped. I looked the place up, and it looks amazing! Getting taken over can really suck, and everyone was worried about their jobs since everyone hates change and whatnot, but this is awesome! It’s going to rock. Seriously. We aren’t getting restricted into something crappy where other people come and do what we’re already doing, only half as well. This isn’t a soulless takeover deal. The guy who owns us now, he seriously cares about his employees. I can’t believe we’re going to Colorado!”
“It’s cold in Colorado, and there are weird bugs,” I state flatly.
“Weird bugs!” Bonnie pulls a face. “You’re a weird bug. This is amazing! It’s such a great opportunity!”
“Yeah. Right. Not for the people who don’t get to go.”
“Everyone who isn’t going on this retreat is going on a week-long one back at the same resort in a month from now after our group’s restructuring and training take place.”
“I see.”
“Aren’t you excited at all? What’s wrong with you? This is free! I’m a single mom, you know. I can’t just afford vacations.”
“Uh, yeah. Who is going to look after all the kids while we’re gone?”
“That’s the best part! Anyone who can’t find childcare gets to take their children with them!”
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. They’re having a children’s day camp at the resort while the parents are in training. The place is huge, and there aren’t that many of us, so families get their own cabins.”
“Great. That probably means the rest of us will have to bunk in together.”
“You’re such a pooper. I’m excited. This is exciting. Not only do we get to go, all expenses paid, but we are also getting our regular salary paid as well. I know we weren’t excited for this to happen, and people wanted to bail because they thought they’d get fired anyway, but it’s the exact opposite. I don’t know why people call the guy ruthless. He’s clearly awesome. He put this all together.”