Page 8 of The Lies I've Told
And he turned to me.
Along with everyone else in the room.
“What?” I spat in a hushed tone in his direction.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even make eye contact with me. He just handed over the phone as everyone watched.
“What is going on?” Lorenzo asked, not bothering to conceal the tone of his voice. He was annoyed.
I looked down at the phone, at the email that had been sent out. The title:Guess Who’s Screwing the Boss?!
Holy shit.
In the body of the email was a video and a single sentence. I didn’t have to watch it to know what it was. I could see from the single-preview shot exactly what it was.
Lorenzo and me. In his office. Last night.
I guess we all know how she worked her way to the top.
A single tear fell from my cheek as I read the email. I forgot how to breathe as I looked up at Lorenzo. His annoyance turned to panic. His hand went to his pocket as he, too, found his phone and the email.
The email that ruined everything.
“Who sent this out?” Lorenzo’s voice boomed. “Who sent it?”
The room went silent.
I looked down at the sender. It was blank. Whoever had sent it didn’t want to be found. I swallowed hard as I handed Kyle his phone back.
“I guess our arrangement isn’t going to work out, huh?”
“What?”
“Me being your assistant? Was I going to have to sleep with you, too? Because you know I don’t swing that way.”
My vision was fuzzy as my only friend began ripping me apart in front of the entire company.
“Kyle, please,” I managed to say. “It isn’t like that.”
“It isn’t like what?” he bellowed. “It isn’t like I’ve been working my ass off every damn day for the past seven years while you fucked your way to the top?”
My eyes met Lorenzo as he just stood there, unmoving, unwilling to come to my aid.
“I didn’t—”
But what could I say?
I had.
I’d slept with my boss.
I was the cliché, the cautionary tale.
And because of a single email, I’d lost everything.
So, I did the only thing I could.
I ran.
