Wilma Munro is a shock to the system. She’s Scottish and her accent is thick, but not completely alien, with hints of a long New York residency. I can understand her for the most part and she’s a resolute force to be reckoned with.
Wilma is small with dark coppery curly hair and huge brown eyes set in a love heart face, standing at only four and a half feet tall. She catches me immediately in her whirlwind of enthusiastic energy. Loud, but not in a commanding way, she is direct, yet friendly and slightly terrifying. She whisks me into my new domain, assigns me a desk near her office, and outlines my responsibilities as part of her team, thrusting a box of files at me. She believes throwing someone in at the deep end brings out their inner worth.
“I’ve heard enough about you, Miss. Anderson, to know you were being wasted at Carrero Tower. I’ve great expectations of you.” She smiles warmly, soft eyes twinkling merrily as she fawns over the files.
“Mr. Carrero seemed to imply I was only seconds away from dismissal,” I respond drily, instantly regretting letting my mouth jump in before my head. I look away nervously, my fingers finding my jacket to twist the hem, anxiously.
Nice move just tell your new boss how useless you are.
“I’m particularly good friends with Margo Drake, my dear. I spoke to her only this morning when I was informed you were coming to me. She only had good things to say about you … and maybe some insight on recent behaviors.”
I spin to look at her, sudden shock on my face, blood draining away and leaving me cold as I get the jist of what that might mean.
What did Margo say to Wilma? What did Margo know? Surely Jake didn’t tell her about sleeping with me? Everything that happened?
My head is reeling. Of course, he would. He tells Margo everything about anything, she’s like a surrogate mother to him, and my old mentor. She would’ve pushed him to give her the real reason he let me go, unsatisfied with excuses and seeing through any untruths. He would’ve told Margo about that night for sure. That we had sex on the hotel floor.
But would Margo have told this woman?
Even when I was with Jake, I kept Margo up to date with how he was doing; she always wanted to know, she always seemed discreet to me, so I hope right now she has been. Wilma winks at me knowingly and I pale, my body turns colder as the blood leaves my veins and my mind almost crumbles hysterically.
Oh, my god.
She must know!
old mentor, the pain is almost overwhelming. I swallow hard, unable to think of a response, but Wilma doesn’t dwell. She sweeps away from me with a wave of her hand, leaving me reeling
Read the files, we have press releases and a guest list to sort out, that’s going to be your job. Look over what’s been arranged, then
stunned, like I’ve been hit by a tornado, but I push it all down deep inside and stare at my hands as they tremble around
is my life now and they owe me nothing.
seem to care about the past, so neither should
off on this and regain some of my reputation. This job should be easy; easier than facing Senior Carrero and
tasks I’m more than capable of and the hours fly by for the first time
it’s the end of the workday already and I have been so zoned I
needed to
* * *
leave, but something deep down tells me she hasn’t. I open the
in, glimpsing my mother leaning over the stove,
at
to work out that the brunette is the nurse Jake’s still paying to take care of her. He’s honoring his promise to Sophie, a runaway we met when she was living with my mother in Chicago and who is now being adopted by family friends of the Carreros’. He gave
come in, too busy making noise in the kitchen with bubbling pots and pointless chatter. My rage simmers at the sight of her in
snap, loudly and firmly. No warmth at all as both
her face still bearing some of the yellowing bruises from being beaten to a pulp by the so-called man in her life. She attempts to hug me but meets my icy stance and statue like posture. I flinch at her touch,
her face a picture of confusion and embarrassment, at least she has the
causing my anger to flare again. That childish, wide-eyed expression of hers, the one I’ve seen a million times on her
snap and walk off, leaving her to stand in the center of the room like a lost puppy. I take satisfaction in the hurt evident on her face, maybe it’s about time she knew
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