“Yeah, met him in the breakroom.” It was fortunate no one else had witnessed yet another one of my “moments.”
“I hear he’s one for the ladies andgentlemen,” she said, her smile a bit rabid. Thankfully she didn’t froth at the mouth. “He’s forty-one, though he doesn’t look it.”
“Where on earth did you hear all that?” I asked while I worked on the job analyses Mr. Watkins had requested be on his desk by eleven-thirty, or else. He’d been a bit testy with me lately. I wonder why.
I didn’t see her do it, but I knew Heather was rolling her eyes. It was the way she sighed that clued me in. “I don’t even know why I talk to you. Don’t you keep up with office gossip?”
“I suppose I would, if anyone other than you and my boss spoke to me, unless forced to, or to make fun of something I did.”