goodbye an hour later, I yelled after them, “I’ll let you know if I get canned tomorrow.”
“Shut up!” they yelled back.
Monday morning I sat down at my desk and opened my e-mail account. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was expecting, but there was nothing from Davey. I looked at my watch. It was 8:25. Davey rarely got into the JAG office before nine o’clock.
I decided to beat him to it.
To: David Mason
cc: Kent Tanner
From: Waverly Bryson
Subject: Super Show wrap-up
Good morning, Davey. I hope you had a nice flight home from Atlanta. Looks like the show was a huge success. We’ll get working on the report this morning and will send it over to you by the end of the day.
Regards,
Waverly
All I could do for the time being was pray that Davey, or anyone else for that matter, didn’t know what had happened at the party.
A half-hour later, I walked into the conference room and sat down. Kent wasn’t there yet. Everyone was chatting about their respective weekends. I smiled and nodded and pretended to be listening to the various conversations going on around me, but my head was floating somewhere above them. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was.
At nine o’clock sharp, Jess walked in, followed by Kent and our admin Nicole, who was carrying a big pink box of donuts. Everyone immediately jumped up to grab one. Bear claw in hand, Kent came over and sat down next to me.
“Hi, Waverly. Traffic was a bitch this morning. How’s it going?”
I fidgeted in my seat. “I’m good, thanks. You?” If he knew anything, he wasn’t letting on.
“As good as can be for a Monday, especially after such a long week. Hey, did you have a good flight home?”
“Yeah, uneventful. I slept most of the way. How was golf on Saturday?”
“Awesome. JAG hooked me and Dave up with a tee time at Augusta. It was unbelievable. I couldn’t make a putt to save my life, but I didn’t care. I mean, it was Augusta!”
“What does it cost to play there?” I said.
“Four hundred.”
“You’re kidding. Four hundred dollars? As in forty thousand pennies?”
He nodded. “Yep. Four hundred smacks. Why do you think I never play golf?”
“I guess I never really thought about whether or not you play golf.”
“Not anymore I don’t. Check out the parking lot of any of the nicer courses in San Francisco. Some of the cars cost more than my house did. Once we had the first kid, I pretty much hung up my clubs, unless, of course, a client’s paying.”
“Damn,” I said.
“No kidding.”
Just then, Jess stood up and shushed the group to get the meeting started. Kent and I stopped talking and turned our attention toward the front of the room.
I was off the hook. For now.
When I got back to my office, I sat down at my desk and looked at my e-mails. There was nothing from Davey. Where was he? There was, however, a message from Cynthia Hopyard, a senior VP in our New York office, asking me to call her. A few months earlier, she’d gotten engaged to Dale Payton, one of the top sports agents in the country, and moved to New York to live with him.
I adjusted my ponytail and sat back in my chair. Then I checked to make sure my door was closed and quickly dialed McKenna’s number at work.
“McKenna Taylor,” she said.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hey. Well?”
“Well, it looks like no one here knows about my Friday night adventure. Can you believe it?”
“Are you serious? No one saw you?”
“Well, if anyone did, no one’s letting on. Wait, wait, e-mail from Davey just popped into my in-box. Hold on a sec while I open it.”
I clicked on the message and held my breath.
To: Waverly Bryson
From: David Mason
Subject: Re: Super Show wrap-up
Hi Waverly. Glad to see you made it back safely. We looked everywhere for you at the Jammin’ party but lost you in the crowd. Good times. I look forward to seeing the report.
Cheers,
Dave
“Well?” she said.
I leaned back in my chair and exhaled. “It looks like the fisherman
“Shut up!” they yelled back.
Monday morning I sat down at my desk and opened my e-mail account. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was expecting, but there was nothing from Davey. I looked at my watch. It was 8:25. Davey rarely got into the JAG office before nine o’clock.
I decided to beat him to it.
To: David Mason
cc: Kent Tanner
From: Waverly Bryson
Subject: Super Show wrap-up
Good morning, Davey. I hope you had a nice flight home from Atlanta. Looks like the show was a huge success. We’ll get working on the report this morning and will send it over to you by the end of the day.
Regards,
Waverly
All I could do for the time being was pray that Davey, or anyone else for that matter, didn’t know what had happened at the party.
A half-hour later, I walked into the conference room and sat down. Kent wasn’t there yet. Everyone was chatting about their respective weekends. I smiled and nodded and pretended to be listening to the various conversations going on around me, but my head was floating somewhere above them. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was.
At nine o’clock sharp, Jess walked in, followed by Kent and our admin Nicole, who was carrying a big pink box of donuts. Everyone immediately jumped up to grab one. Bear claw in hand, Kent came over and sat down next to me.
“Hi, Waverly. Traffic was a bitch this morning. How’s it going?”
I fidgeted in my seat. “I’m good, thanks. You?” If he knew anything, he wasn’t letting on.
“As good as can be for a Monday, especially after such a long week. Hey, did you have a good flight home?”
“Yeah, uneventful. I slept most of the way. How was golf on Saturday?”
“Awesome. JAG hooked me and Dave up with a tee time at Augusta. It was unbelievable. I couldn’t make a putt to save my life, but I didn’t care. I mean, it was Augusta!”
“What does it cost to play there?” I said.
“Four hundred.”
“You’re kidding. Four hundred dollars? As in forty thousand pennies?”
He nodded. “Yep. Four hundred smacks. Why do you think I never play golf?”
“I guess I never really thought about whether or not you play golf.”
“Not anymore I don’t. Check out the parking lot of any of the nicer courses in San Francisco. Some of the cars cost more than my house did. Once we had the first kid, I pretty much hung up my clubs, unless, of course, a client’s paying.”
“Damn,” I said.
“No kidding.”
Just then, Jess stood up and shushed the group to get the meeting started. Kent and I stopped talking and turned our attention toward the front of the room.
I was off the hook. For now.
When I got back to my office, I sat down at my desk and looked at my e-mails. There was nothing from Davey. Where was he? There was, however, a message from Cynthia Hopyard, a senior VP in our New York office, asking me to call her. A few months earlier, she’d gotten engaged to Dale Payton, one of the top sports agents in the country, and moved to New York to live with him.
I adjusted my ponytail and sat back in my chair. Then I checked to make sure my door was closed and quickly dialed McKenna’s number at work.
“McKenna Taylor,” she said.
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Hey. Well?”
“Well, it looks like no one here knows about my Friday night adventure. Can you believe it?”
“Are you serious? No one saw you?”
“Well, if anyone did, no one’s letting on. Wait, wait, e-mail from Davey just popped into my in-box. Hold on a sec while I open it.”
I clicked on the message and held my breath.
To: Waverly Bryson
From: David Mason
Subject: Re: Super Show wrap-up
Hi Waverly. Glad to see you made it back safely. We looked everywhere for you at the Jammin’ party but lost you in the crowd. Good times. I look forward to seeing the report.
Cheers,
Dave
“Well?” she said.
I leaned back in my chair and exhaled. “It looks like the fisherman
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