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I needed to get her something to wear over her top. The way her breasts spilled out of her tank top was about to send me overthe edge. How were her tits betternowthan weeks ago? Or was I just wistful?
“We have polos from our golf tournament still,” I said. “Some people forgot to pick them up, so they’re fair game. Would that help?”
She nodded, still sniffling.
I rushed out to find an intern near the supply closet. He stared at me in terror.
“Hey, can you grab a size small polo out of the golf tourney box?”
“Where is it?”
I rolled my eyes. “Let me do it.”
I knew I was a sight to see as I crawled through boxes to grab one labeled “golf shiz”. Who the hell oversaw organizing this place? I tossed the box down, found a shirt, and raced back to Eva. She was bent over at the waist at her computer typing an email. I tried to look away from her cleavage for fear she’d turn me to stone.
“Here you are,” I looked down. “A unisex small?”
Eva pulled back. “I will make it work.”
She pulled the shirt over her head and settled into it. “I look very… festive. Thanks.”
She looked great wearing our logo.Damn.
“I’m sorry for the confusion,” I apologized. “Really.”
“No… it’s okay,” she said. “I… I need to run out to get my medication. Can I leave my stuff in Daphne’s office or?—”
“Yousureyou’re not contagious?”
Eva grabbed her wallet and glared, saying nothing. She marched past, out the door, and ignored me. Once again, I must have said the absolute wrong thing. I noticed her hoodie balled up in the trashcan. Despite my fear of puke, I picked it up, bagged it, and took it to the small laundry unit off the executive suite that we used for linens from board meetings and other VIP events. I figured Eva didn’t want to get rid of her hoodie but wasmortified. So, I tossed the hoodie into the washer before scrubbing my hands with soap for the next five minutes.
10.LONGEVITY
Eva
I tookmy first Zofran pill and stared around my office, praying it kicked right in and cured all my woes. My phone buzzed. It was Ellie, so I answered.
“Did you get the meds?”
“Yes. Finally!” I said. “No clue if they work. Pray for me. It’s all a terrible disaster.”
“I am sorry you are sick.”
“No, it’s worse than that. I have an open hole in my ceiling.” I looked up at the 150-year-old pipes overhead. “A pipe burst and doused me with water. Then, everything was see-through, so I changed into workout clothes. But that meant this skort and a tank top whichright nowlooks better than ever. So, I put Mona’s old Cambridge hoodie over it, but it smelled like her, and I wanted to die.”
“Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I promise it will all get better soon.”
“Oh, no, it got worse!”
“How?”
“The CEO showed up, assumed I was binging and purging because… you know, I’m the fatass. And I’d puked all over my hoodie. So, I tossed out my hoodie and fled to the pharmacy. Now, I regret tossing it but… what can I do? And hehatesme.”
“The CEO?”
“Yes. He’s Daphne’s brother but all he’s done since I got here is complain about me. I think I’m about to be fired for ‘bad fit.’”
“That’s not legal.”
