before joining the others to get her emotions under control.
~ ~ ~
Emily could hardly get through the day . The morning’s activities made her burn with a need to punish. She knew she had no right to feel as she did. Just because Ian was the man of her dreams didn’t make him hers. She was acting like he cheated on her! She placated her wounded pride in justified self-pity while she poured over her work.
Tabitha was away from her office. The office was quiet with most out to lunch that day. The desire to achieve some sense of revenge prompted Emily to sneak into Tabitha’s office. She gagged from the cloying scent of Obsession perfume that lingered there.
Self-righteous j ealous rage filled her eyes as she saw the expensive make-up bag left behind on the desk. She retreated to the janitor’s closet. She smiled as she grabbed a can of Comet cleaner from the shelf and returned to Tabitha’s office.
Emily refused to feel badly as she mixed the Comet cleanser in with her rival’s expensive face powder. She went further to sabotage her mascara, filling the tube with copy machine ink. She broke all the eyeliner pencils, and upended a bottle of moisturizer within the make-up bag for good measure. She sighed with some satisfaction as she left Tabitha’s office.
Emily decided snapping all Ian’s pencils on his desk, breaking the key off left behind in his file cabinet, and spilling water on his computer keyboard was enough revenge for one day. She knew she was certifiably nuts at that moment.
She survived until late in the day. She claimed she was sick. Evan was at a business luncheon. She left word with Janice she was going to work at home the remainder of the day and left, not wanting to face Ian or Tabitha when they got back from lunch and discovered their office had been attacked by a deranged freak.
As bad luck would have, she ran into her rival at the elevator. Tabitha breezed in looking as lovely and as refreshed as ever, making Emily grind her teeth, thinking she spent the last hour in bed with Ian. Tabitha was returning from shopping during her extended lunch hour, carrying a chic-looking fuchsia bag that she clutched gloatingly as she passed her. Emily ignored her, wanting to snatch every perfectly curled piece of dark hair from her scalp.
“Leaving early, are we?” Tabitha gave her little choice but to answer, blocking her way and holding the elevator door from closing in her face.
“I’m not feeling well,” Emily lied and couldn’t meet her eyes. “I’m going to finish up at home.”
“Evan expects us to put in the hours for this, Emily,” the girl pointed out with a raised dark eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re even up for this? Nobody would question it if you allowed Stu to run the account.”
Emily was incensed, all caution disappearing. “Oh , I’m more than up for this, Tabitha. I’m actually qualified for my job, unlike you. I might not spend as much time as you do on your knees, but I’m more than capable of doing my job. Why don’t you go back to convincing everyone here you have a real purpose outside of Evan’s bedroom and get out of my face?”
Tabitha’s outraged gasp was all the satisfaction Emily needed before the elevator door closed between them. The look in those furious dark eyes said she would pay for such catty remarks, making the pair enemies in an instant. Emily knew telling Tabitha off wasn’t the wisest course of action, but she couldn’t help it. She was devastated to know Ian was fooling around with her.
Emily felt helpless in her continued affections for Ian the Fucktard, as she now called him, finding the word suited him. She indulged herself with a mental rant on men that would have made her mother proud. She should have felt better. Only she didn’t. She was desolate to know he would sink to Tabitha’s level.
Emily made it to her car before the plaintive sobs escaped her. She yanked open the car door and got in. She just sat there for a time, crying,
~ ~ ~
Emily could hardly get through the day . The morning’s activities made her burn with a need to punish. She knew she had no right to feel as she did. Just because Ian was the man of her dreams didn’t make him hers. She was acting like he cheated on her! She placated her wounded pride in justified self-pity while she poured over her work.
Tabitha was away from her office. The office was quiet with most out to lunch that day. The desire to achieve some sense of revenge prompted Emily to sneak into Tabitha’s office. She gagged from the cloying scent of Obsession perfume that lingered there.
Self-righteous j ealous rage filled her eyes as she saw the expensive make-up bag left behind on the desk. She retreated to the janitor’s closet. She smiled as she grabbed a can of Comet cleaner from the shelf and returned to Tabitha’s office.
Emily refused to feel badly as she mixed the Comet cleanser in with her rival’s expensive face powder. She went further to sabotage her mascara, filling the tube with copy machine ink. She broke all the eyeliner pencils, and upended a bottle of moisturizer within the make-up bag for good measure. She sighed with some satisfaction as she left Tabitha’s office.
Emily decided snapping all Ian’s pencils on his desk, breaking the key off left behind in his file cabinet, and spilling water on his computer keyboard was enough revenge for one day. She knew she was certifiably nuts at that moment.
She survived until late in the day. She claimed she was sick. Evan was at a business luncheon. She left word with Janice she was going to work at home the remainder of the day and left, not wanting to face Ian or Tabitha when they got back from lunch and discovered their office had been attacked by a deranged freak.
As bad luck would have, she ran into her rival at the elevator. Tabitha breezed in looking as lovely and as refreshed as ever, making Emily grind her teeth, thinking she spent the last hour in bed with Ian. Tabitha was returning from shopping during her extended lunch hour, carrying a chic-looking fuchsia bag that she clutched gloatingly as she passed her. Emily ignored her, wanting to snatch every perfectly curled piece of dark hair from her scalp.
“Leaving early, are we?” Tabitha gave her little choice but to answer, blocking her way and holding the elevator door from closing in her face.
“I’m not feeling well,” Emily lied and couldn’t meet her eyes. “I’m going to finish up at home.”
“Evan expects us to put in the hours for this, Emily,” the girl pointed out with a raised dark eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re even up for this? Nobody would question it if you allowed Stu to run the account.”
Emily was incensed, all caution disappearing. “Oh , I’m more than up for this, Tabitha. I’m actually qualified for my job, unlike you. I might not spend as much time as you do on your knees, but I’m more than capable of doing my job. Why don’t you go back to convincing everyone here you have a real purpose outside of Evan’s bedroom and get out of my face?”
Tabitha’s outraged gasp was all the satisfaction Emily needed before the elevator door closed between them. The look in those furious dark eyes said she would pay for such catty remarks, making the pair enemies in an instant. Emily knew telling Tabitha off wasn’t the wisest course of action, but she couldn’t help it. She was devastated to know Ian was fooling around with her.
Emily felt helpless in her continued affections for Ian the Fucktard, as she now called him, finding the word suited him. She indulged herself with a mental rant on men that would have made her mother proud. She should have felt better. Only she didn’t. She was desolate to know he would sink to Tabitha’s level.
Emily made it to her car before the plaintive sobs escaped her. She yanked open the car door and got in. She just sat there for a time, crying,
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