Page 5 of It Could Happen
“Anyway, be ready at four.” Steven turns around and heads back to his office.
As soon as he’s out of earshot, we all start talking at once.
“I told you,” Parker exclaims. “Now we have to deal with some rigid corporate guy looking over our shoulders nonstop.”
“Maybe he won’t be so bad,” I offer. Meanwhile, my stomach is twisting into a nervous knot. I wish things didn’t have to change.
“Well, I’m not worried,” Shannon interjects. “If we’re ahead on our quotas, there’s no need to fear. If anything, this person from corporate can help us do better.”
Shannon is the one person in our office who tends to get under everyone’s skin. Doesn’t every office have one? She’s an excellent salesperson, and she knows it. Of course, I’m not her favorite person because I usually surpass her in sales. The difference is that I don’t rub it in anyone’s face.
My phone buzzes for the first time in a while, so I look at it. It’s a message from Caroline.
Okay, friends, we’re all set for the kickoff dinner. Everyone will be in attendance.
Team #sweetcarolinegetsmarried are you ready?
Apparently, every wedding has a hashtag to go along with the event. Who knew?
Not even a minute goes by before the responses start coming through.
Team #sweetcarolinegetsmarried assembled.
Yes, girl, let’s do this.
Can’t wait to celebrate with everyone.
Yay! When are we going to discuss the guest list? How many of them are single? Asking for a friend.
Confession—I was wondering the same thing. I mean, just because I’m content being single, doesn’t mean I’m not curious.
I let out a puff of air. I really shouldn’t be worrying about this wedding stuff right now with potential office changes looming. I turn my phone on silent and push it to the side of my desk.
“How are you feeling?” I ask Parker.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know. I should probably be concerned, but I feel okay. My horoscope said good things were on the horizon.”
“That’s the spirit,” I exclaim.
If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s being a team player and cheerleader despite my own nerves.
As the remainder of the day goes on, I try to ignore my sudden eye twitch. I know we’re all watching the clock, and finally we make our way to the conference room a few minutes before four. Steven is already there, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world other than in this meeting. Maybe they should just give him his retirement package and wish him well.
We’re all sitting around the large table making small talk when the door opens and tall guy with a booming voice walks in. He walks to the front of the table and puts down his coffee cup and phone.
“Hey, hey, everyone. Don’t look so serious.”
I glance at Parker, but she doesn’t return my glance. She looks completely mesmerized as she doesn’t take her eyes off the man I’m assuming is Spencer Brady. I can almost see the cartoon hearts flying around her head. And I can see why—Spencer is attractive with his wavy brown hair and dimples.
“Steven, tell your sales team to lighten up,” he says, grasping his shoulder.
“Well, they’re normally more talkative than this,” Steven says. “Maybe you’re making them nervous.”
Spencer introduces himself and gives a little background on what he does for GFP. He asks us to do the same, starting with Parker, who I’m not sure has breathed since he walked into the room.
“Uh, hello. I’m Annie Parker, but everyone calls me Parker. I’ve worked here for two years and I’m a Sagittarius.”
Ugh, no she didn’t. Did she really just tell him her sign? I’m cringing for her.
