Page 56 of What Did Your Last Maid Die Of?

“He asked me if I came, and I was like no.” Lily made a face. “And I’m pouting hoping he’s going to invite me back to his place or something.” She blushed then. “But he didn’t.”

“What the hell happened?” Chelsea was staring now. “I cannot believe this happened to you.”

“Well, he tells me he needs to clean up.” Lily sipped her sangria. “So I nod and wait for him to come back. Five minutes pass and he’s still not back. Then the creepy guy who had been watching us comes over to me.”

“Oh fuck.” Chelsea’s jaw dropped. “Don’t tell me you slept with him, then?”

“No.” Lily looked affronted at the comment. “That’s gross.”

“Phew,” I said, laughing. I’d totally thought that was where the story was going.

“He comes over to me and he says, ‘Your friend left with someone else.’” She made a face. “And then creepy guy bought me a drink.”

“That’s it?” Chelsea asked.

“Well, no.” Lily blushed then and started grinning. “We went to the bar and sat on some stools.”

“And?” Natasha leaned forward then.

“Creepy guy fingered me until I came.” Lily giggled. “And then I went home. Alone.”

“No, you didn’t.” Chelsea looked shocked. “But you just said that you didn’t do anything with creepy guy.”

“No, I said I didn’t fuck him. Which I didn’t. I was drunk and horny, and he got me off pretty quickly.” She giggled. “What can I say? I told you it was a crazy story.”

“I am shooketh.” I stared at Lily. “I don’t think any of us can beat that story.” I laughed. “That is crazy.”

“I wanna know what happened with creepy guy,” Chelsea added. “Did you get his number? Did he get yours? Why was he creepy? What—”

My phone started ringing then, and I sighed when I saw an unknown number on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Polly Campbell?” The deep, unmistakable voice of Max Whitlock filled my ear, and I froze.

“This is Polly.”

“This is Max Whitlock, your boss.” His voice sounded serious and annoyed.

“I know. What do you want?”

“Did you or did you not transcribe the phone call yourself?” he asked in a husky tone. “Think very carefully before you answer.”

“Uhm…” I bit down on my lower lip. Had the professional transcriptionist team messed up? The file had looked good to me.

“Before you answer, I suggest you bring up the file you sent me and look at the bottom of the pages.”

“I will do that tomorrow. I am out right now.”

“If you want to keep your job, I suggest you do it now.”

“Fine. One moment.” I pulled my phone away from my ear and looked at the girls. “It’s my boss, Max Whitlock.”

“Oh no,” Natasha said quickly. “What does he want?”

“To get on my last nerve?” I said before remembering he was still on the phone. I placed my finger on my lips and pulled up my email. I stared at the bottom of the email I’d sent him and groaned when I saw the words. “Thank you for using number1transcription.com, your home for fast transcriptions.” How had I not noticed that before? I heaved out a large sigh and put the phone back against my ear. “Hello, Mr. Whitlock?”

“Yes, Polly.”

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