13. Night of the party

Madison

It’s been a month since Victor fucked me in the elevator. He has treated me like air since that incident, and I’m not going to lie: it hurts. I don’t get how he can act so unaffected after he kissed me like I was the woman of his dreams. Is he really that cold? Or is he acting cold because he is my boss?

“Ruh-roh,” Frida comments from her table while cutting cucumbers for the lunch buffet. I’ve made friends with the blonde over too many margaritas during our after-work sessions. “You have that spaced-out expression again, Madison. Are you thinking about him again?”

“She better not,” Zarah, my second friend and the most gothic chick in the kitchen, comments with a sigh. “Our boss isn’t worth the heartbreak, Madison. He is a stone-cold player, and you can do so much better.”

My cheeks turn hot. I’ve told Frida and Zarah all about Victor after we got way too drunk during one of the many meetings we have had to endure this month. There is going to be a kickoff for the restaurant s