Chapter 15

GRACE'S POV 

The weekend rolled by smoothly, and met me on my couch, with a bowl of salted popcorn and a show that made me laugh, but I didn't know the plot. 

It's not like I didn't want to know the plot or that I wasn't paying enough attention. I was paying attention, it's just that I had a hard time following movies sometimes. The dialogue was pretty good though. 

“Like I was saying, then, she gathered all the files, mine and hers, and then dumped them on my desks.” Susan said as she came into the living room, dressed up in my shirt and a pair of shorts I believe I'd thrown away. 

I turned to look at her, eyes wide in interest. “No way. Like, hers and yours?” 

She threw her hands in the air, exasperatedly. “I know! Can you imagine? She gave me both hers and mine to work on. Who does that? And when I confronted her about it, she screeched that she was heavily pregnant and needed no stress. And that besides, she's my superior and I have no other option than to do what she says.” 

Okay, so maybe the other reason why I wasn't fully focused on the movies was because of Susan's work drama. I couldn't wait to hear what she'd say when I gave her my gist. 

“What did you say to her?” I asked, shoving more popcorn in my mouth. 

“Nothing. But when she walked away, I whispered that she's been pregnant since ages and that if she doesn't give birth soon, I'll start completely believing that she has fibroids, and that she's not pregnant.” She shrugged and took a seat. 

“What? What if someone who's close to her tells her? What will you do?” I asked. 

Susan rolled her eyes, a smile appearing on her face. “,Well, I've always wanted to work in a bakery anyway.” 

I laughed, throwing my head back. “You know your dad would never allow that.” 

“Oh, I know. Daddy would eat rocks than have me work in any bakeries.” 

I shook my head. “Well, I have a work gist too.” I smirked, knowing I'd pulled her right in with the hook.

She sat up straight. “Well? What are you waiting for? Spill it before something else spills.” 

Unintentionally, I froze up. The scene of my death flashed through my mind once again. How much blood of mine spilled when my head kissed the edge of that table?

“Grace? Where'd you run off to?” Susan snapped her fingers in front of me, pulling me out of my reverie. 

I blinked twice, coming into focus. “Huh? Sorry, I'm sorry. “ 

She looked at me, concern and curiosity shooting off her face. “Are you okay? What's wrong?” 

Ugh. Can you see how good she was? What changed? Why did she suddenly have to go after my husband? What conversations led to that? 

I sighed and smiled a bit. “I'm fine, don't worry about me.”

She looked unconvinced, but didn't push further, only nodding slowly. 

“So? The work gist? Tell me some cheating scandal broke out.” 

I let out a small breath, leaning back into the couch as if I were about to begin a performance.

“Oh, it’s better than a cheating scandal,” I said, lowering my voice slightly for dramatic effect.

Susan’s eyes lit up immediately. “That’s impossible.”

“Oh, very possible.” I whispered, feeling like a villain. 

I shifted, tucking one leg under me as I faced her fully. “So, there was… an incident.”

She leaned forward. “Go on, I'm listening.”

“You know Lana, right?” 

“The one that walks like she’s permanently on a runway?” Susan asked.

Of course, she knew Lana. I always talked about her. 

“That’s the one. And her work wife, Victoria.” I confirmed. 

Susan grinned. “Oh, I already like where this is going. What happened?”

I chuckled softly, amused by her eagerness. “So apparently, those two had a massive fight in the office.”

Susan gasped, hands on her cheeks. “No way. But they always act like they’re glued together.”

“Exactly. That’s why it was so shocking. And the whole office heard it.” I nodded my head at her. 

Her jaw dropped. “Wait, like they heard everything?”

“Yes. They were talking in loud whispers. The kind where you’re pretending to be discreet, but everyone is basically part of the conversation. That kind.” I told her, removing my leg from under the other. 

Susan burst out laughing. “Those are the best kind. Like, why actually hide when you can pretend to hide?”

I nodded. “So they’re arguing, right? And it starts off very small, like one of those ‘you said this, no you said that’ kind of arguments. Just like that.”

“Classic.” She bummed, pouting.

“But then…” I paused, raising a finger for a dramatic effect. 

Susan slapped my arm lightly. “Don’t you dare leave me thirsty. Continue!”

I laughed, raising my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Then Lana just, out of nowhere, goes straight for Victoria’s throat.”

Susan’s eyes widened, horror swirling. “Verbally, I hope, please”

“Oh, yes, verbally. She accused her of sleeping with Leo Cross’ son.” I leaned back into the couch waiting for her to absorb the bomb. 

Susan blinked, pausing. “Who’s Leo Cross again?”

“Our CFO, Susan.”

Her mouth fell open. “The old one? His son? What?” 

“His own son. I don't know how that happened, but it did. And now everyone in the office knows.” 

“Damn” she said, deflating. “Messy, but not as messy as it would've been if it was the CFO himself.” 

“Gross. Yet, that wasn’t even all, talk more of the worst part.” I smirked when she immediately sat straight again. 

Oh, Susan lived for gossip that didn't involve her. 

Susan’s eyes sharpened again. “There’s worse?”

I nodded slowly. “Victoria fired back. She didn't want to be defeated like that, so she aimed, shot, and wounded her work wife.”

“Oh no.” She giggled in anticipation.

“Oh yes.” I leaned in. “She exposed Lana for sleeping with her uncle.”

Susan froze. Then, “Excuse me? What?”

“And not just that,” I added. “While dating his son.” I shoved popcorn in my mouth, done with the main bombs. 

There was a full three seconds of silence. Then Susan screamed.