Page 39 of We Met Like This
“You’re a dork.”
“I should answer my office phone like that.”
I stepped around our brick building and leaned against the wall. “You really shouldn’t.”
“Guess what happened today?” she said.
“What?”
“My favorite director is interested in one of my scripts.”
“Cindy Farrow?” She’d only talked about wanting to attach her to one of the scripts she repped for years.
“Yes!”
“That’s amazing!”
“Wait, you called me,” she said. “What’s your news?”
I looked over my shoulder even though I knew nobody had followed me outside. “I think Rob is sleeping with Rebecca.”
She gasped audibly. “I thought she was married.”
“She is,” I said.
“That asshole. Did you catch them doing something?”
“Walking into the office laughing together.”
There was silence. “Tell me that’s not the end of your sentence.”
“There was a vibe.”
“You’re projecting.”
“There was a shared look.”
“You’re overreaching.”
“There was a lingering arm brush.”
“Margot, you’re killing me.”
“Should I tell her never mind about backing me up Friday? Should I ask Mr. Maxwell instead?” A car passed by the street to my right, its radio blaring.
“Crusty Maxwell? Isn’t that what you call him?”
“Only behind his back!” His name was Dusty Maxwell and he was really old, like,he should’ve retired twenty-five years agoold, so it made sense.
“You will not ask Crusty Maxwell, who only reps nonfiction. And you will take a deep breath and start putting positive vibes into the universe. All this negativity is going to make the universe angry. It’s going to grant your wish to fail.”
“I don’t wish to fail.” I closed my eyes, the brick wall behind me rubbing against the back of my arm.
“That’s not what you’re telling the universe.”
She was right. If the power of positive thinking was real, the power of negative thinking was too. I squared my shoulders and opened my eyes. “Okay, positive thoughts starting now.”
“Not just positive thoughts; you need positive actions to undo this damage.”
