Page 22 of Rayne

"I'm a millennial," I state, holding my hands up.

"And I'm as ancient as the pyramids," Mary scolds playfully. "No excuses not to learn new things."

She takes a bite of the cupcake, looking pleased.

Jenna notices, head snapping towards the staff table before rushing over to grab a cupcake.

These are my type of people—the ones who eat cupcakes at eight in the morning on a Monday.

"Just be prepared," Mary mumbles, wiping her hands. "I don't think Nick is going to be in a good mood later."

Lunchtime rolls around and I've managed to get the important work done that Nick had left. I'm scanning my emails, nibbling on a sushi roll when someone taps on my office door.

I look up, expecting anyone but… Margot?

"What are you doing here?" I choke, spitting out little bits of rice and seaweed into my desk bin.

She puts her hands on her hips, staring at me heatedly.

"Well, I had to come and do a welfare check since you haven't bothered to return any of my messages."

I whine, getting her an apologetic look. "Sorry, I've just been busy. How did you even get up to the floor?" I laugh.

Margot holds up a tiny blue box. I frown, not connecting the dots.

"I told them I had a delivery. The doorman was cute so I gave him my number."

"That's a security breach," I grumble playfully. "But thankfully I don't think serial killers are usually drop-dead gorgeous thirty-year-old blondes."

She walks into my office, sitting on the chair across from me. She crosses her legs, looking at me expectedly.

"Well?"

"Sshh," I wave at her, looking through the door to see which staff are still around. "Not here."

Margot rolls her eyes. "It's practically dead out there. Your colleagues are out enjoying the weather while you're holed up chomping down on sushi."

"Busy day—"

"So you keep saying," she interjects accusingly. "Come on, Rayne. Give me a little credit. I think I know what's going on."

I raise an eyebrow, grumbling. "Pretty sure you don't."

"Look, if the party wasn't what you imagined, that's okay. But at least you got to experience it," she pauses, looking at me suspiciously. "You did go, didn't you?"

I swallow, leaning back into my chair. I didn't expect to be confronted and having to have this conversation right now.

"Yes, I did," I finally tell her. "It was… nice. The club is really pretty."

"Pretty?" she repeats with a frown.

I nod, voice perking up. "Lots of purple and pink tones. And the waiters were handing out food and drinks, dressed in expensive lingerie. The emcee was gorgeous too."

I know I'm rambling, throwing all information at her in an attempt to distract her from her actual questions. Margot sees right through this though, smacking my desk lightly to get my attention.

"Rayne," she says sternly. "What happened?"

Looking out the door again, I stand up and close it, just in case anyone is nearby. Sitting back down, I sigh, letting my face drop.

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