Page 46 of Phishing for Love
His eyes travel up and down my legs. “You look like you’re perfectly capable.”
Stupid, stupid bet. “Fine! Name your sandwich.”
After scanning the online menu, Aaron chooses the Philly Cheesesteak, which has its obvious roots in Philadelphia. The sandwich is filled with thinly sliced rib-eye beef and melted cheese, topped with sautéed onions and hot sauce. The Philly Cheesesteak is also Nathan’s top choice and I try not to read too much into that.
It’s a beautiful day and I take my time strolling down Main Street, breathing in the scented spring air and admiring the cherry blossoms. I’ll have to stay late to catch up on my work, but my plan is to head straight to Sofia’s house afterward for our Wednesday night get-together.
At Dusti’s, I order Aaron his Philly Cheesesteak sandwich and then I impulsively take a page from Mevia’s playbook and use Aaron’s credit card to order The Arepa for myself. I enjoy every last bite, and I most especially enjoy the look on Aaron’s face when I thank him for my treat.
Later that afternoon, when we’re all staring sleepily at our screens in a post-lunch slump, Aaron carries out a maneuver that sends a shock wave through Amell Greetings.
It was no secret that a mock phishing email would be sent to everyone in the company sometime this week. Mevia had warned us, so we thought we were prepared. Aaron, however, had managed to outsmart us all.
After prying the details out of Mevia, I return to my desk, still processing what happened, when Sofia strides past my cubicle.
“VM,” she announces to Kenzie and me.
Conscious of the pall of gloom hanging in the air, I stand at the same time as Kenzie. “Coming.”
Rick pops his head over his cubicle wall and takes a wild guess. “Victory March?”
“For you, Venereal Mistake,” Sofia retorts without missing a beat, striding down the hallway.
In front of the vending machine, Kenzie and I are silent as Sofia taps her card and selects chips. Lots and lots of salty chips. It looks like the three of us are on a high blood pressure bender.
Ripping open the first packet, Sofia starts shoveling chips into her mouth. I share my packet with Kenzie, and we wait in silence for her to speak.
When she’s finished the packet, she says, “I fell for Aaron’s phishing test.”
I grimace. “So did I.”
“Me too,” admits Kenzie.
Still looking all kinds of horrified, Sofia rips open the second packet of chips and starts in on them.
“To be fair,” Kenzie says, aiming for a reassuring tone, “I think everyone in the company fell for the phishing test.”
Without thinking, I say, “There was one person who didn’t fall for it.”
Sofia freezes. “It should have been me. I should have been that one person.”
“I know,” I agree, somewhat lamely.
“Who was it?” Sofia asks.
Kenzie looks at me wide-eyed. Why did I open my big, brainless mouth? Mevia’s nickname for me is appallingly accurate.
I swallow. “I don’t want to say.”
“It’s okay,” Sofia says calmly. “You can tell me.”
Kenzie looks a little frightened. “Remember Tess is only the messenger.”
“Tell me!” Sofia orders, squaring her shoulders.
I take in a breath, let it out. “Dana.”
Hearing the name, Sofia’s eyes bulge slightly, and she rips open another packet of chips and starts devouring them.
