TWENTY

 

I realized I had been in the bathroom a long time with Chaz’s phone. When I walked back into the office, Chaz was talking to one of the guys. I breathed a sigh of relief for a minute, but my pocket was burning.

While I was trying to think of a plan to get his phone back before he noticed (unless he already had), I Googled Monique Atwater. I got her e-mail right away but had no idea what I’d do with it. First, I had to get the phone back.

I turned my computer off and scooped up a bunch of papers from Maya’s old desk.

“Umm, Chaz?” I interrupted his conversation. “My computer’s being all crazy. I tried turning it off, but now I can’t get it back on.”

Frowning, he headed over to my desk.

“Oh, and this is some stuff of Maya’s that I was kind of working on, but maybe you should look at,” I babbled, knowing he wasn’t really listening. “I’ll just put it on your desk.”

While he was tapping his fingers waiting for the computer to restart, I dashed over to his desk, plugged the phone back in, shoved it way back on his desk and under some other papers. Maybe he’d think he just didn’t see it if he had been looking for it.

After Chaz had “fixed” my computer and headed back to his cube, I held my breath. Everything was quiet.

I stared out the window. None of my thoughts were making sense. Or at least they weren’t making a kind of sense I liked.