I was still gawking at the shoe in Aiden’s hand when Betty spoke again. “Oh yes, Mr. Katz,” she said. Her eyes were shining with so much sincerity, I was almost convinced of it myself. “That's definitely my shoe. I remember it, clear as day!”
I wanted to laugh. Somebody needed to get this woman an award, because she was so dedicated to her role. There was about as much chance of that shoe fitting Betty as there was of me suddenly developing grace and poise.
“Definitely my shoe...” she repeated, and I could hear her wavering. Even Betty knew this was ridiculous.
He furrowed his eyebrow for the eleventh time… not that I’d been counting. “Are you... are you sure, Betty?”
I’d never heard Aiden Katz this uncertain before, and a tiny part of me felt bad for him. It couldn’t be fun searching for something with so much dedication and determination, only to be practically played for a fool in front of your employees.