Page 49 of Flipping His Script
As she turned to look at me, her lips formed an ugly sneer. "Says the townie. What, are you two cousins or something?"
Randy and I shared a glance.
He replied, "I, um, don't think so."
Felicity gave a hard little laugh. "What, you don't know?"
I spoke up. "Actually, we're not related."
She smiled. "So I guess that means you'renotfucking."
I squinted in confusion. "What?"
She made a show of looking around. "In this town, I bet you only fuck your relatives."
God, what a cliché.I laughed in her face. "Only when the cows are busy."
She frowned. "What cows?"
Talk about a waste of a joke.I sighed. "You know what? Never mind."
But already, Felicity had moved on. Stepping away from us, she pulled out her cell phone and made a series of calls while Randy reloaded the luggage. As he did, it belatedly struck me that all of the workmen were gone.
How had I not noticed that earlier?
I pulled out my own phone and checked the time. It was just after two o'clock in the afternoon, hours away from quitting time. I sidled closer to Randy and whispered, "Hey, where'd everyone go?"
"The workers?"
When I nodded, he glanced toward Felicity and whispered, "She fired them."
I frowned. "Can she do that?"
"I don't know," he said. "But she did."
The news made me feel just a little bit sick. Jobs weren't easy to come by, and the thought of anyone losing theirs on a whim was pretty hard to stomach.
But as it turned out, the guys I'd seen earlier weren't the only ones who experienced a sudden change of employment, as I discovered all too soon.
