“Right! So good and they’ve got this creamer there…this French vanilla and cinnamon that’s to die for.”
For just a moment, I thought she was going to mention the Chocolate Baklava flavor that was coating my tongue but she didn’t.
“Did you get the invite by the way?”
A slow groan escaped as my eyes checked my double monitors for the time. It was only just now 8 o’clock and Beatrice was about on my last nerve already.
“Bea, what invite?”
She clapped her hands together giddily and her braided pig tails swung around as she did. She leaned forward as if she was about to spill some new information that I needed to know.
“As you know, I’m on the party planning committee,” she smiled.
“I didn’t know that, Bea…at all,” I bit my lip.
She shrugged and continued on completely unphased. “Well you’re still new around here. It’s only been two months. But the Fall Ball is approaching…”
Ding!
Before she could finish her speech about some impending party, an email came through snatching my attention. Holding up my finger, praying to God, Bea would shut up for five minutes, I opened it.
It was a note from Anna Kate, my roommate and the H.R. assistant.
Please collect all of your items from your desk and move to the sixteenth floor. Further instructions will become available within the hour. A cloud of confusion settled over me and I felt my face twisting into frown.
“Oh my God,” Bea whispered.
“Hey,” I snapped, waving my hand in front her face before looking around. “Don’t go telling anybody about this.”
Bea made a lip zipping motion, but I knew they didn’t call her Bea with the Tea for nothing.
“That’s the executive floor…who do you know up there?” She was already back to minding my business in the second it took me to blink.
“Probably a mistake,” I murmured.
Standing up and reaching around, I undocked my laptop and pushed it into the designer Togo bag.
“It’s probably an honest mistake.”
Bea darted back around to her cubicle, pigtails swinging. She was going to blab the second I left. I wasn’t going to completely clear out my desk just in case this was some weird accident and they’d meant for it to be Cindy Wasterstine over in accounting.
“I’ll be back,” I shot Bea a warning look but she already had her nose buried in her phone.
Grimacing, I would have bet top dollar that she was in a text message thread with the other office gossips.
Stepping onto the elevator, Justina Davis stepped on behind me carrying a load of things as well. Her grey sweatshirt announced that she was my rival as she had attended Yale. She gave a slight head nod.
“Did you get an email from HR too?” I paused before hitting the button for my new floor.
Her eyes widened in surprise. “I did.”
“Oh wow, I wonder what this is about. Thought it could be a possible mistake.”
“This is going to be interesting,” she gave a half smile.
We rode in silence the rest of the way. The soft ding of the bell pulled me out of my thoughts and when we arrived there were a few others standing around looking stressed the hell out.
“What is going on?” I whispered back to Justina.