Page 12 of Meet Hate Love
“If he calls in sick, we go to plan B.”
“Plan B?” I said. As far as I’d known, there was no plan B.
“Show up at his apartment.”
Glaring at her, I dropped back to my feet. “And do what, break in?”
“Of course not. First, we’ll knock like civilized people.”
“We’re not going to his apartment. If he—”
“I can’t wait to see what you come up with, Vance.” Amanda’s voice floated down the hallway. “And don’t forget to turn in your travel documents today.”
“I’ve already got them ready to go,” he said, his heavy footsteps padding through the maze of cubicles.
The springs on his chair creaked. Papers rustled, then came thethwriiiipof his ripping that note from his phone, followed by a hushed, “What the actual fuck…”
By a quarter to eleven,I’d accomplished absolutely nothing work-wise. Although, how much preparation did I need to do for a trip to the Lunchbox Museum? Much less a trip I wouldn’t be taking if this whole blackmail thing worked in my favor.
I clicked from my email back to the homepage of the museum. Ten dollars to browse a room that looked like nothing more than a screened-in back porch.
The higher-ups had thoughtthisassignment had my name written all over it? If that were the case, it was probably time to look for a new job.
My phone buzzed on the desk. A text banner from Margot flashed across the screen.Margot: I snapped this when I went to the restroom earlier.
Another string of messages came through. The first was a photo of Vance at his desk, followed by a split-screen collage of a photo from My Dick Travels and the same one of Vance working. A red circle was drawn around the incriminating birthmark in both photographs.
And I have about twenty other My Dick Travels screenshots saved to my phone.
You’ve been busy.
I already had the screenshots.
Clit Flicker Reels Material. ??
“What?” I said, staring at that message
Margot huffed from the other side of the cubicle wall.
Spank bank isn’t appropriate.
And Clit Flicker Reel is?
I turned when I heard the squeak of Margot wheeling her chair around the cubicle.
“You tell me how this—” She pretended to spank her crotch. “Is more appropriate than this.” Then she made a flicking motion. “I mean, they call it flicking the bean, don’t they?”
The obnoxious beep of Vance’s alarm came from the other side of the cubicle. The man set his alarm for everything. He had one for lunch, one for meetings, and even one that went off when it was time to leave. Evidently, he also set reminders for dates with blackmail...
I peered over the top of the divider just as his mop of dark hair popped up. He was leaving. Early. The guy didn’t know how to just be on time for something. Not even extortion.
Margot glanced at me, then plucked her phone from her lap and furiously tapped the screen.
Big Cock is leaving the nest!!! ?? ??
He’s going to get there before you…
I watched him disappear down the hall toward the restroom. “No, he’s not.” Then I grabbed my phone and purse and shot around the cubicles to the elevator.
