Iâd been deep in thought.
Since my Plan A had failed this morning when Adela and Mr. Dempsey walked in on my covert op, Iâd immediately jumped to Plan B. It had taken longer than expected to arrange, but finally it was doneâand now I was being interrupted.
âHaley?â a girl asked when I answered my phone. âThis is Shawna from the Support Unit.â
Somebody in the Support Branch from Hell. Just what I needed.
âListen, I noticed Kinsey didnât get her card from Mr. Dempsey yet,â Shawna said.
There was a birthday card? From Mr. Dempsey?
I hate the birthday club.
Shawna didnât sound like a complete bitch about it, which was encouraging.
âKinseyâs at lunch. So if you want to bring it over now, it will be a nice surprise when she gets back,â Shawna said.
I glanced at my watch and saw that I had a few minutes before Plan B went into effect.
âIâll bring it right over,â I said, and hung up.
I couldnât imagine that Mr. Dempsey took time away from his outstanding and far-reaching accomplishments on the world stage, as Adela had put it, to sign birthday cards for specific people. I searched through the desk drawers and the file cabinet until I found a stack of pre-signed cards, which, I would have bet, his secretary had signed.
I wrote Kinseyâs name on the envelope and headed to the Support Unit. Iâd been there once today already, but the walk over seemed different this time.
For one thing, everyone on my side of the building dressed nicerâobviously, because we made more moneyâbut that wasnât all of it. The carpet here was a little thicker and the furniture was nicer. Everyone here had a private office.
That still didnât explain why the girls in the Support Unit had hated me on sight.
A girl waited at the entrance to the cube farm, leaning against the door casing. I put her at about my age. She was petite, with short blond hair and a pierced lip. A tat peeked from under the sleeve of her striped sweater. Her face looked vaguely familiar from my visit earlier today.
âIâm Shawna,â she said, when I walked up. âPretty brave of you to come over here again, after this morning.â
âYouâve got to be tough to work the birthday club,â I told her.
She grinned and nodded toward the inside. âThe other girls took Kinsey out to lunch for her birthday.â
âYou didnât go?â I asked.
âTheyâre not exactly my peeps.â Shawna said. She paused for a moment, then said, âThey shouldnât have treated you that way this morning.â
Already, I could tell Shawna and I might become friends.
âSo whatâs got everybody so bent out of shape?â I asked.
She shrugged. âSome people take a job way too seriously.â
I was liking her more every minute.
âThis place,â Shawna said, shaking her head. âThey donât exactly have what youâd call really fair hiring practices. A lot of the girls in Support are qualified for higher positions but donât get them. H.R. is super old-school.â
Maybe that explained the crappy looks Iâd gotten this morning and the comments about how Iâd gotten hired. It probably didnât help that Iâd been brought on board so quickly by Adela.
âIâd probably hate me, too,â I said.
âItâs still not right,â Shawna said. âNone of it.â
I passed Kinseyâs birthday card to her. âThanks for the heads-up.â
Shawna eyed the envelope. âI donât know why anybody would want a card signed by the old bastard himself, but Kinseyâs new. Sheâll learn.â
Okay, that was a weird thing to say.
âGreat job on the balloons,â Shawna said, backing away. âThey really livened up the place.â
When I got back to my office on the other side of the complex, I saw Max, Ray, and Tina waiting outside my
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