Page 37 of Love's a Script
Avoid romantic involvements with clients.
If a romance cannot be avoided and a relationship is pursued, the client’s membership at the agency will be terminated. Membership will not be reinstated if parties break up.
Nearly a week had passed since the blizzard that had cloaked part of the province for days, and in that time, Mary had tried to convince herself that what had happened in the hotel room with Ruben didn’t have to change anything. She could do her job, and they could carry on as they had before that wonderful kiss, which existed in the same lawless plane that made it possible to day-drink at the airport and not have a problem. However, every time she tried to open up Ruben’s file to do said job, she was struck with such profound embarrassment that left her wanting to lobotomize herself. But with no surgical experience, she only had one real solution.
“Are you able to take over a client’s account for me?” Mary asked Eden. They sat in Eden’s office, Mary in the seat clients always occupied, feeling truly humbled. Transferring matchmaking duties was not an unusual practice in the agency, but it was typically done for logistical reasons or a matchmaker’s familiarity with a demographic.
“Maybe,” Eden said. “Who’s the client?”
Mary took a breath. “Ruben Byers.”
One of Eden’s thin eyebrows rose on her face. “The radio show host?”
“Yes,” Mary said as she readied herself for follow-up questions. Eden was perceptive enough to probably deduce that Mary’s previously expressed attraction had since complicated.
“Are you in love with him?” Eden asked as rotely as you would for the time.
“No.”
“Did you sleep with him?”
“No,” Mary said, but couldn’t quite get herself to admit what did happen. The conversation was mortifying as it was.
Eden reached for her tablet and spent close to a minute tapping and swiping, undoubtedly checking her schedule, before looking up and saying, “All right. Send me his files and relevant information.”
“Thank you,” Mary said, feeling the heaviness that had hounded her chest for the last week ease, “and I’m sorry for the extra work.”
Mary wondered if her colleague judged her, but she tried hard not to care because either way she was getting help.
“Would you like to be kept in the loop about his progress?” Eden asked.
“It’s okay. You can handle it like you would any of your other clients.” She needed to close the chapter on Ruben.
“Have you told Cassidy?”
“Not yet, but I will. You don’t have to worry about that.” Mary was dreading that talk, though.
“If you want,” Eden said, “we can tell her you wanted him to experience different matchmakers and get a feel for the agency as a whole.”
Mary’s surprise must’ve telegraphed onto her face because Eden added, “I thought it would be unnecessary to make the transfer a thing. Especially, you know, with the cruise lead announcement around the corner.”
It was an incredibly kind offer. One Mary would never have requested, but it saved her from the experience of telling her boss that her efforts to do good by the agency had been thwarted by an instance of unprofessionalism. If they’d been closer friends, Mary might’ve hugged Eden then.
Ruben wasn’t expecting anyone when his apartment doorbell sounded on a weekend afternoon. “Open up!” squawked his cousin over the intercom. He buzzed Junie in, and she arrived at his door carrying a snow sled. “Special delivery,” she greeted, hauling the sled into his arms before slipping past him into the apartment and shucking off her boots and bohemian-style wrap jacket.
“I thought I was picking it up from your place,” he said, propping the sled against a wall as Junie made herself comfortable on his couch.
“Yeah, so did I. That’s why I got it from storage and put it out at the front. But it’s been three days, and it’s becoming an eyesore.”
“Sorry.” He sighed. “Work’s been busy.”
The Blizzard Long Weekend, as it was referred to, had damaged a power line near the station, so while repairs were made, the displaced All Intents and Purposes team had relied on different studios for their broadcasts all week, creating more work and unique stresses.
“You want a drink?” he asked, stepping into his kitchen.
“Yeah, whatever you got is fine.”
He returned to the living room minutes later with a large bowl of microwaved popcorn and soft drinks, and Junie stopped skimming the selection of streaming shows on his television to partake. “I’m guessing the sledding date was Matchmaker Mary’s idea,” Junie said.
