by Tonya Kappes
“Do you work here or are you a plus one like me?” Nan asked.
He turned his large, muscled body so he spoke directly to Nan and me. “I work here. First floor.”
I mentally kicked myself for not going to the first floor more often. Not that I’d have had the nerve to speak to him.
“My name’s Mel,” Nan said, “and this is my granddaughter, Amanda Adkins. She was the temp girl for Margaret Eldemire. That’s how we snagged an invite tonight.”
“Blake Wellington.” He nodded to me. “I know who you are. I had to set up your email account your first day on the job. Usually that would be Cooper’s area since he’s Margaret’s main IT guy, but he was out sick that day.”
“You’re an IT guy?” I asked incredulously. “Really?”
Blake chuckled and stared deep into my eyes. “Don’t let the outside fool you, honey. I’m good at what I do.”
Chapter 2
I felt my cheeks burn. Both from his censor of my opinion of him and his personal endearment to me…with a hint of a double entendre. I heard Nan chuckle, so she obviously caught it, too.
A commotion over by the main offices thankfully drew our attention, and I was saved from responding. Two well-dressed gentlemen raised their hands and asked for everyone to quiet down. I recognized Patrick Staley, one of the owners of the company. I assumed the other guy was Michael Thomas, the other owner.
“We’re passing around more champagne,” Patrick Staley called out. “Grab a glass because we are about to announce the new vice-president of advertising and marketing.”
A cheer went up from the already raucous group. I wasn’t sure if the cheer was because of the imminent announcement or because more booze was passed around.
When a tray came our way, Nan grabbed two more drinks for us. Blake shook his head and silently lifted his beer.
“After much deliberation,” Patrick Staley said, “Staley & Thomas has decided that the best person for the new vice-presidency job is…Margaret Eldemire!”
I let out a squeal of excitement at the announcement. I couldn’t wait to find Margaret and congratulate her. Even though I knew beforehand, I still had to act like it was a surprise.
“So join Michael and me and lift up your glasses,” Patrick said and lifted his glass high in the air, “to toast Margaret Eldemire and her well-deserved promotion!”
I was so excited I drank nearly the whole flute. Not that it really mattered to me who got the promotion. I was done with the temp job, but I was still excited for Margaret.
“There’s cake and punch in the lounge,” Michael Thomas said. “Help yourselves. And have a great time tonight.”
I figured Margaret was digging into her cake by now, so I searched my mind for the best excuse to leave Blake Wellington’s side. I wasn’t thrilled with the effect he seemed to have on me.
“Nan, let’s go see if we can find Margaret and congratulate her.”
Nan frowned. “Why? I’m perfectly happy right here talking to this hunk. I’m gonna see if he doesn’t have a dad or uncle that’s single for me. Genes are genes girl…and he’s got good ones. You should pay more attention.”
I blushed as Blake threw back his head and laughed.
“I really like you, Mel,” Blake said. “And as luck would have it, I might have someone you need to meet.”
“Okay, fine.” I said to Nan, downing the last of my champagne. “You stay here, and I’ll be right back.”
I pushed my way through the crowd of party goers and stepped out into the hallway. I slapped my hand against the wall to steady myself. I should have never had two glasses of champagne with virtually no food in my stomach.
I sighed and pushed myself off the wall and staggered into the workroom. Sure enough, Margaret had already inhaled most of her diet cake as she chatted excitedly with three other women. When she saw me, she set her cake down and gave me a big hug.
“Congratulations, Margaret,” I said. “You deserve it. I may have only been here two weeks, but even I could see how great you are at your job.”
“Thank you.” Margaret dabbed at her eyes then picked up her cake. “You want a bite? It’s good.”
I looked down at her cake and frowned. Something about the texture of the frosting looked off. It had an almost powdery look to it.
“That’s an unusual frosting,” one of the women in Margaret’s group said. “I tasted a tiny sample of it, and it didn’t taste right.”
“Nonsense,” Margaret argued. “It’s divine, Amanda. It really is.”
I was about to swipe my finger through the end of the cake and take a nibble for myself when a hand on my back push me aside. I stumbled but caught myself before I fell.
“This isn’t over,” Marc Mallard grumbled. “I know you did something to sabotage my presentation. When I find out how you did it, I’ll make sure the owners know. And then I’ll get the promotion that’s rightfully mine.”
Margaret’s face turned red. “Marc, for the last time, I didn’t do anything to you or your presentation. You need to leave me alone.”
“Yeah,” the woman who commented on my nasty frosting said. “Leave it be, Marc. You lost fair and square.”
Marc narrowed his eyes at Margaret. “You better watch your step.”
With that he turned on his heel and marched out of the room. The workroom was eerily quiet for a few more seconds before someone passed me another flute of champagne.
I shook my head no, but Margaret insisted. “One more toast to me and my new job. And to this wonderful cake you made, Amanda. Thanks for keeping me on track.”
Reluctantly, I grabbed the flute, clinked glasses with her, and took a large drink of the champagne. Margaret picked up the cake again and wolfed down the rest, leaving behind a dollop of pink frosting. Obviously she wasn’t a fan of the diet frosting.
Giving Margaret one more hug, I hurried out to find Nan. I’d just about had my limit of Christmas cheer. Just as I thought, she was still chatting with bad-boy Blake. I shook my head and grinned. I picked up my pace and had almost reached them when Marc Mallard came up behind Blake and grabbed his arm. I had no idea what was said, but I saw Blake scowl at Marc. Marc yelled something, then pointed his finger in Blake’s chest.
Blake Wellington didn’t look like a man you wanted to poke. I held my breath, expecting a fist to fly. Instead, Blake said something then turned back to Nan and winked at her. Marc huffed and stomped away.
I rushed over to where they were. “What was that about?”
Blake shook his head. “Marc needs someone to blame for his presentation going haywire awhile back. It was something the three people in contention for the vice-presidency job had to present.”
“What exactly happened?” I asked.
Blake shrugged. “I guess his slides were all out of order. At first he thought Margaret somehow did it, but when he couldn’t prove that, he asserted I did it because I’m his main IT guy. Not that I had anything to do with his presentation.”
Nan snorted. “Obviously the guy didn’t get the job because he’s a little high strung.”
Blake chuckled. “Yeah. He is at that.”
I couldn’t remember the other person up for the promotion. “Who was the other person in contention for the job?”
Blake thought a moment. “I believe it was Linda Sellars.”
“Did the other vice-president of whatever whatever leave or something?” I asked.
Blake slowly shook his head at me but he couldn’t stop the grin. “Vice-president of whatever whatever? Yeah, you’d have gone far here.”
I shrugged and gave him a tipsy grin back.
“The person whose job Margaret filled was fired for…” Blake looked off in the distance and frowned. “I believe she fraternized with a rival company or took a job with them. I’m not really sure anymore.”
“Interesting,” I said.
Well, not really, but I didn’t know what else to say. I was ready to go but I could tell Nan was not.
/> She must have been able to read my mind. “Have one more drink, Amanda, and then we’ll go. Okay?”
I looked around the room and was a little surprised to find it was tilting. “I don’t think so. I’ve had like three glasses of champagne now on an empty stomach. Any more and I’ll be sick.”
Nan gave me the “big eyes” look. “Then go get some food. Blake and I are still discussing potential dates for me. And I’m selling him on your good qualities, too.”
My mouth dropped open. “What?”
Blake winked at me. “Looks like maybe we’ll all be double dating tomorrow night.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I have—no.”
“You run along,” Nan said. “Go get something to eat. This little scamp won’t tell me who the guy he’s picked for me is. I gotta still work on him.”
“Fine. I’ll be back in a little bit.” I gave her a hard look. “And then we can go!”
But Nan didn’t answer.
I pushed away from them and headed back toward the food table in the workroom. Might as well put something good in my stomach. I was almost to the hallway when someone stepped on the back of my heel.
“Oh, excuse me.”
I turned to the woman who stepped on me. “It’s okay. Too many people in here.”
“There sure are,” the painfully thin woman said. “I think I need to go somewhere where there’s not so many people.”
“Me, too,” I agreed. “Plus I need some food.”
The woman’s blue eyes looked me up and down. “Just remember not to overdo it with the food. My mother used to always say, ‘A moment on the lips, but a lifetime on the hips.’”
My mouth dropped open. Talk about rude.
“And now that’s the Linda Sellars motto.” The woman patted her blonde hair into place then smoothed her hands down her dress.
My eyes widened. “Oh, the other lady up for the promotion.”
I groaned when I realized I said it out loud.
She gave me a tight smile. “Yes. The other woman up for the promotion.”
“I’m sorry,” I blurted. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry you didn’t get the job.”
“Well,” Linda Sellars said, “I’m sure Margaret will do just fine in the position.”
I frowned at her. I may have been tipsy, but I could tell she didn’t mean it. Not that I could blame her. I’d probably be sore too if I lost out on a promotion.
“Well, you might want to watch yourself,” I told Linda. “Marc’s running around here angry as all get out because he didn’t get the promotion. He’s blaming anyone and everyone for his failure.”
Linda sighed. “I’m not surprised. He tried to blame me when his presentation glitched. Like I had something to do with it. I told him my IT guy was Cooper Stiles, his was Blake Wellington. If an IT problem occurred, it was probably Blake’s fault.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that. Luckily, I didn’t have to say anything because Linda went right on talking.
“Whereas Marc chooses to yell and rant at others when he’s upset,” Linda said, “I take my aggression out in other ways.”
I took a step back in surprise.
Linda laughed maniacally. “I go to four spin classes a week and yoga three times a week. That takes care of my frustration.”
Why am I not surprised?
“Well, again, I’m sorry you didn’t get the promotion.” I looked around wildly for an escape.
“Thank you,” Linda said. “And you have a pleasant rest of the night.”
I gave her a quick smile. “You, too.”
I hurried away and told myself I wouldn’t stop again until I hit the food table. I needed sustenance and I needed it now. Turning sideways, I squeezed through the door past two co-workers who thought it would be a good idea to stop there and talk. I’d just grabbed a ham and cheese pinwheel when I heard a commotion by the dessert table.
It was Margaret…and she looked awful.
I watched in horror as she teetered back and forth and swayed heavily on her feet. Pitching the pinwheel down, I took off for her. I’d just reached her side and was about to grab her, when her whole body went limp and she crashed to the ground in front of me. Her head smacked against the cement floor with a loud, sickening thud.
The moment I saw the blood gushing from Margaret’s head, I bent over at the waist and lost what little contents I had in my stomach.
Chapter 3
I could hear shouts and screams all around me. Lifting my head, I averted my eyes from Margaret’s body and tried to focus on faces.
“I just called nine-one-one,” someone shouted.
“She’s bleeding a lot!” This declaration came from my right side. “I don’t feel a pulse!”
Tears filled my eyes, and I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand. I needed to pull myself together, but I just couldn’t believe what I had witnessed. There was no way Margaret had lived through that fall…all that blood.
I felt the room tilt again, and I reached out blindly with my hands.
“Are you okay?”
I tried to focus on the face in front of me. I knew this woman. It was the woman who’d complained about my frosting.
“My name is Teresa Owen,” she said. “Are you okay? Don’t worry about getting sick, someone already cleaned it up. You just focus on breathing.”
I nodded. “Is Margaret okay?”
Teresa’s eyes cut to the body on the floor. “I don’t think so, honey. They can’t find a pulse, and she’s bleeding a lot from the head. The ambulance should be here shortly.”
“What happened?” I whispered.
Teresa shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. She complained of not feeling well for about twenty minutes, but that’s all. Then suddenly she started wincing and grunting in pain…then down she went.”
A sob escaped from my throat. I couldn’t help it.
“What’s going on in here?”
Patrick Staley barged into the workroom, his voice booming loudly in the now quiet space. The confused shouts and screams had given way to whispers and soft mournful crying. Patrick stopped dead in his tracks when his gaze fell to the floor.
Cursing, he crouched down next to Margaret and felt for a pulse. When he didn’t find one, he looked up at me. “What happened here?”
I didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know, sir. I saw her sway and then fall, hitting her head on the floor. There’s a lot of blood.”
I said the last part on a whisper. I didn’t want to get sick again in front of everyone.
“Did someone call for an ambulance?” Patrick demanded.
“I did, Mr. Staley,” Marc Mallard said smugly.
“Good,” Patrick said. “I want everyone out of this room. Either stand in the hallway or go out in the main office area. If it gets too crowded out there, Marc, open private offices and sit in there. Everyone needs to be out of this room when the ambulance gets here.”
“Let me help you,” Teresa said as she guided me around Margaret’s body. “Are you here with someone?”
Before I could answer, Nan barreled into the room, Blake close on her heels.
“I’ve asked for everyone to leave this room,” Patrick told Nan. “I need room for the EMTs to get through.”
“I’m a retired nurse practitioner,” Nan said. “Let me see what’s happened.”
Nan knelt down by Margaret’s body as Blake put his arms around me and shielded me from the view.
“It was awful!” I told him. “Margaret just fell over and hit her head on the cement floor.”
“Let’s go stand in the hallway,” Blake murmured quietly. “Let your Nan handle things until the police and paramedics get here.”
I let him lead me into the packed hallway to stand next to another guy leaning against the wall. He was in his early thirties, straight brown hair, hazel eyes hidden behind thick glasses, and a body that was in stark contrast to Blake’s. This guy didn’t look like he could lift anythin
g over twenty pounds.
Blake put his hand on my shoulder. “Amanda, this is Cooper Stiles. He’s another IT guy in the office.”
“Hello,” I said.
Cooper smiled at me.
“Have you heard anything?” Blake asked Cooper.
Cooper nodded. “I’ve listened to the gossip, and someone said Margaret had complained of not feeling well. Joked about how she probably shouldn’t have eaten all that cake.”
“Whoa. What?” I said. That was the second time someone mentioned my cake. “What about the cake?”
Cooper turned to me and frowned slightly. “I’m just repeating what I heard.”
I tried to smile, but I just couldn’t process what he’d said about my cake. “You said the cake I made for her made her sick?”
Cooper scowled. “I didn’t know you made it. Also, I’m not saying it. Someone else said that’s what she complained about.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing, Amanda,” Blake said soothingly. “That’s probably just the last thing she ate and so she related that with her sickness.”
The paramedics hurried into the workroom, and a few seconds later Nan walked out and strolled over to where we were gathered. “I’m afraid she’s lost too much blood.” Nan frowned. “Something about that just doesn’t sit right with me.”
I grabbed hold of Nan’s hand and squeezed. “Nan, people are saying there might have been something wrong with the cake I made. Margaret had mentioned she felt sick after she ate it.”
Nan patted my hand and gave me a placating smile. “Oh, honey, I’m sure that’s nothing.”
An ear-splitting whistle rang through the hallway. A uniformed cop with a bullhorn stood resolute by the doorway. “We need all party goers to move back into the main area of the office. We also need to get all your names and any information you may have. Let’s go. Move it along.”
I grabbed Nan’s hand. “I’m really scared.”
“You’ll be fine,” Nan said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
