"Shanna Swendson - Enchanted, Inc" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swendson Shanna)

"I put it in your in-box this morning, as soon as I got it from Leah."

Now she was really angry. Most bosses would be glad to find that their employees
were competent, but not Mimi. Competent employees made her look bad and took
away all of her excuses. She must have shown up at the executive meeting without
the release, then tried to blame me, saying I hadn't given it to her. With glaring,
bugging Evil Mimi eyes, she whirled back to her office, snatched the release out of
her in-box and stalked off toward the elevators. Her body language said, "I'm not
through with you yet, missy."

I was almost in tears as I slunk into my cubicle, fell into my desk chair, and changed
back into my office shoes. She made me so angry, and since I couldn't do anything
about her, my frustration came out in tears. The last thing I wanted was for her to
think she'd made me cry, so I sat blinking furiously in my cubicle.

My hands shook as I raised them to my computer keyboard and hit a key to bring
the screen back to life. The message-waiting indicator was blinking, and there at the
top of my e-mail in-box was a message from Rodney Gwaltney. I opened it. It was
the usual stuff talking about what a great opportunity he had for me.

I knew it had to be a scam, but I couldn't take much more of this job, so I had to
either find another one or admit defeat and go back home. Maybe a nice Texas girl
like me wasn't cut out for life in the big city. But before I gave up, I thought I ought
to give it one more shot. I'd have to do whatever it took to find another job.

Before I realized what I was doing, I'd hit Reply and typed out, "When would you
like to meet? My schedule is pretty busy, so it will have to be at lunchtime or after
work." No matter what he was offering me, it had to be better than this. Then, before
I could change my mind, I hit Send.




three
As soon as I sent the message, I regretted it. What had I gotten myself into? I knew
they only opened the firewall to let e-mail come and go every few minutes, so there
was still a chance that I could call IT and ask them to kill it, but that would mean
admitting I'd responded to a job offer. I was sure the computer guys wouldn't tell on
me. They'd sympathize, since they had to help an ungrateful Mimi with one kind of
computer problem or another on a daily basis. The longer I hesitated, the lower my
chances were of taking it back.

But I couldn't bring myself to make that call. Worst-case scenario, aside from the
sex slavery possibility, was that Rodney might leave me alone if I met with him and
still turned him down. There was always the possibility that the offer was everything
he said it was, but I knew that really good things usually came with a catch.

I forced myself to concentrate on my work instead of thinking about the job, but
every time I heard the ding that announced new mail, I quickly clicked over. They
were pretty much all from people needing to get on Mimi's calendar or asking if