“Mia, come on, talk to him. See if he’s cheating on you. You’re
obviously getting a feeling that he’s doing something wrong if you’re asking me
to do this. It’s a little extreme for me to go ‘undercover,’” Gabby said, using
quotations with her fingers on the word undercover, “to see if your boyfriend
is cheating on you.”
“Since when are cheaters honest? Like he’s going to say, ‘Yeah, Mia
baby, I’m not cheating on you.’ He’d never admit it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, God, does he call you baby? That’s
so…so…disgusting.”
“It’s sweet. It rolls off his tongue like butter melting on a piece of
warm bread. I love it when he calls me that.”
“If you say so. Look, Mia, I can’t take a week off work to go incognito
at his work. There’s no way in hell I could lie on the application about prior
employment. It’s not in me to lie like that.”
“You don’t have to lie. You were a secretary before.” Mia smirked.
“That’s another quarter.”
Gabby raised her eyebrows in disbelief, almost spitting out the small
gulp she had consumed. Then she rolled her eyes. “Stop making me swear. I’m
blaming you. And I was a secretary when I was nineteen. I’m twenty-nine now.
We’re a little too old to be playing these games. Talk to him.”
“I can’t. I don’t want to see him lie to my face.”
“If you think he’s cheating, I repeat—dump. His. Ass.”
“You’re almost up to a dollar.”
“Mia!” Gabby knew she was trying to irritate her.
“I need solid proof before I confront him.” Mia produced another pouty
face that was hard to resist. “I need you to do this. His secretary is on
maternity leave. It’s only a temp position, so it’s not like you’d be lying
that much when you leave after a week. He’s been talking about how all the applicants
have been horrible. He’ll hire you on the spot. I know it. Like you said, one
week. That’s all I’m asking. I need to know. Then I can dump the lying,
cheating, scumbag for sleeping around on me.”
Gabby gulped the rest of her drink, wiping her hand across her lips as
if she gained a mustache from the sweet red wine. “How do I let you talk me
into shit like this?” She groaned. “Yes, I know, I now owe a dollar.”
Mia screamed in delight, grabbing Gabby around the waist. “You’re the
best bestie ever.”
“Fine, bestie. One week. No more.”
“Yes! I knew I could count on you. His name is Champ Holloway.”
“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”
(Copyright © 2020 Amanda Siegrist)
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