The Wright Boss(84)

"So, you're actually going to read the letters?" Emery asked in shock.

"I don't know. I think … I'll know when it's the right time. Right?"

"Lover girl, you've been waiting this long. Are you sure you'll know? Maybe you should do it now and get it over with."

"No, Landon said he'd be here with me. I think I'll need all the emotional support I can get."

"Well, I'm here, too." 

"I know," I said as I leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Oh, Heidi, so forward."

"You like it."

She giggled. "Totally. I would so be bi for you."

"Same."

We looked at each other and then burst into laughter. It was a fun night. A chill night. One that I hadn't realized how much I needed. I had the best, best friend in the world. And I knew I was lucky to have known her my entire life.

Our night ended too soon, and then it was back to the grind. I knew that Landon would be in early on Monday morning as usual, and I made sure to avoid his desk at all costs. I didn't trust not to give myself away when I looked at him.

I plopped down next to Matt.

"Hey, Heidi!" he said with buoyancy I hadn't seen from him … ever.

"Hey, Matt."

"How was your weekend?"

I froze momentarily, surprised by the question. "Uh … good. I didn't do much. How about you?"

"I met someone," he gushed. "She's gorgeous, and it just clicked."

I breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't asked about my weekend because he actually cared. As per usual Matt. He had asked because he had news, and he wanted to share.

"Oh, yeah? A new girl? That's exciting. Where did you meet her?"

"I was at a bar with some friends, and I met her there. Her name is Wendy, and she's perfect for me. I just know it."

"That's amazing, Matt," I said with a genuine smile.

If he had a girlfriend, that would mean he might stop asking me out.

"Yeah. I can't wait for you to meet her. I know she'll love you."

I found that doubtful but told him how excited I was to meet her as well. I returned my gaze to my computer as Julia showed up at my desk.

"Heidi, can we talk?" she asked, nodding her head toward her office.

"Hey, babe. Yeah, totally."

I followed her into her office and sank into the seat.

Julia slowly closed the door behind her. She stayed facing the door and sighed. "I want to know why you lied to me."

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"Why did you lie to me, Heidi?"

"I don't know what-"

"You said that you didn't want to go shopping with me this weekend because Emery was out of town." She turned to face me. "But you were with Landon this weekend."

I opened my mouth and then closed it. How did she know that?

"Right?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"In Atlanta at a golf tournament."

"Yeah. How do you know that, Julia?"

She didn't answer my question. She slowly walked to her desk and pivoted the computer screen to face me. On the screen was a video of me and Landon out on the course in Atlanta. He had his hand on the small of my back, and you could clearly see me leaning in to kiss him.

My hand flew to my mouth. "What … what is this?"

"It's one of many videos forwarded to Dennis this morning. Then, they ended up in my inbox."

Her hands were shaking when her eyes finally met mine.

"I'm sorry, Heidi. You're fired."





Thirty-Three



Heidi


Shock hit me with the force of a tidal wave.

I was knocked back, hurtling into oblivion, drowning in my own disbelief. I couldn't process the words that Julia had said. They didn't make sense. They weren't logical. They weren't something anyone had ever said to me.

A couple of days ago, I had been promoted, and now … this.



       
         
       
        

I opened my mouth to ask the most obvious questions. What? Why? How? But they didn't come out. Nothing came out.

Tears hit me in the backs of my eyes, and I fought with everything not to let them fall. I swallowed them, refusing to submit to such humiliation. I wouldn't ask. I wouldn't beg. I wouldn't grovel. I certainly wouldn't fucking cry.

Not here.

Julia was one of my closest friends. I knew this was killing her to have to be the one to tell me. But, as head of HR, this was part of her job. She'd complained about firing other people before. It was her least favorite part of human resources. She thought it should be handled in each department, but everyone was always foisting responsibility off on someone else.

And now … she was … she was …