I have no idea how I managed to exit the department store and drive to work, but at one pm I’m staring glassy-eyed at my desktop computer. Every once in a while I push the mouse so the screen saver doesn’t appear. At 1:05 pm, my stomach rumbles. I could’ve been getting lunch with a gorgeous, considerate hunk of muscle and listening to his outrageous proposal. Maybe it’s better that I didn’t go. Looking deep into his brown eyes, there’s no way I would be able to say no to anything.
“Evie!” My evil coworker, Ben, sails into my cubicle like he owns it. “Did you get my email about the Billings account?”
“Not yet,” I say. “Haven’t checked email today. Very busy.” Busy freaking out.
“Well, as soon as you do, I’ll need your help organizing their expenses. They’re expecting their final report t
