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“IT? I’m in IT.”
“I know.” Molly laughed.
“Why are you laughing? Shouldn’t we be worried about this? You can’t be my HR person if we’re dating. I don’t want you to get into any trouble.”
“Because there’s a simple solution.”
“What’s that?”
“We just sign a piece of paper that says we won’t blame the company or sue Southern Roastery for anything. We tell them we’re dating.”
“Oh,” Finley said. “I never even did that with India.”
“You and India were in different departments, and she wasn’t your new HR person,” Molly said, looking concerned for the first time. “Do you not want to–”
“No, I do,” she interrupted. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, let’s do it. Where’s the form thing I need to sign?”
“I’d have to tell Stacey, and she would print it out. We would meet with her, and she’d give us some speech. Legal might be there. I don’t know.” Molly shrugged. “Then, we sign the form, and we’re good to go.”
“Legal has to be there?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” Molly shrugged again. “I’m in HR, so they might want the extra protection.”
Finley nodded and replied, “Okay. Tell Stacey.”
“Are you sure? It’s only been a few weeks,” Molly said. “I found out about the change in my first meeting this morning. I don’t want to get in trouble if something comes up and we didn’t tell them, but I also don’t want to rush something if we’re not there yet. I can always ask Stacey to just put me on another team.”
“Won’t she ask why?”
“Probably.”
“Then, you’d have to tell her anyway,” Finley reasoned.
“She’s going to remove me no matter what when I tell her about us. I can’t be your HR person if we’re together. IT will get reassigned, and I’ll get another team.”
“Which one?”
“Not sure, but–” Molly stopped. “Actually, I do. I can guess, at least, based on the new structure.”
“What team?”
“India’s.” Molly laughed.
“No,” Finley said, laughing a little, too.
“Yup. Most likely. That’s something to deal with later, though.”
Finley really wanted to hold her. She wanted to step into Molly’s space, pull her into a sweet kiss, and hold on to her forever.
“Tell Stacey, babe,” she said and smiled wider. “I want her to know. And once that’s done, we tell everyone whenever, or we can just be ourselves, and they’ll all find out in time.”
“If people know, I doubt they’ll be objectifying me in front of you.” Molly winked.
“They better not be.”
