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right now.”
“Wow. Okay.” The footsteps went further away. “Did someone leave their phone?” There was silence. “Is that Shasta’s phone?”
Damn that Zebra phone case.
Tyson replied, “I guess one of them did. I’ll let them know.”
“It’s Shasta’s. I’ll give it to her.”
He spoke fast again. “Leave it here.”
“I’ve got it, Tyson.”
Shasta heard two sets of footsteps. It stopped. The office door opened.
Maya asked, “Aren’t you going to the bathroom?”
This time his voice was riled up. “Maya. Give me that phone.”
“Okay, okay. Calm down,” Maya said, no longer purring.
“Go home,” he told her.
“Sure thing.” She sounded calm.
“Goodnight.”
Door closed.
Lock sounded.
Footsteps coming closer.
Bathroom door opened.
Shasta was stunned, saying as she saw his face, “You’re seeing Maya.”
He stepped inside and closed the door, standing right before her. “No.”
“Liar. You’re a mess. You’ve got more nerve than anyone I know.”
“Nerve about what? You know Maya. She’s just like that.”
“No woman would be like that unless there’s something going on.”
“She’s wanted there to be. But first of all. She’s not my type.”
“Oh yeah, right. Obviously you’re hers.” She stepped around him.
He turned to face her. “Shasta. Hold up. Are you jealous?”
“Fix the transfer, Baby lump. Goodbye.” She snatched her phone from him, exited the bathroom and trudged heavily to the door.
As she opened the door, she prayed that Maya would be gone. She was. But as Shasta headed back to her office, her phone vibrated in her hand. She looked down at it.
Maya: How was ur mtg?
Shasta knew, that Maya knew.
Chapter 8
Johns Creek, GA
It was ten that evening. Shasta never replied to Maya’s text. She did not reply to Tyson’s repeated call me text either. All she wanted to do was go home, and be alone to think, just for a couple of hours before she went out.
She had to face the fact that the married man she worked for, who she had been fooling around with for years, now had the nerve to be jealous of her for dating a black man from the mailroom.
She spoke aloud, “This makes no sense that I even care about Ramón getting transferred or not. I can’t allow Tyson to hold this over my head and punish Ramón, or me. I’ve got to ignore him, be firm about rejecting his advances, and get prepared to deal with who surely know something is up with Tyson and me, just like something is definitely up with Tyson and her.”
After her shower, she put on a pair of black leggings and a loose yellow top, slipped her feet into some heels, then grabbed her pink tote bag. She headed to the kitchen.
She took her phone from the island as it vibrated.
She pressed Messages .
Ramón: I’m at my house waiting. Can’t wait 2 c u. Drive safely.
Shasta: Thx. Can’t wait to see u too.
Ring, Ring, Ring.
“Dammit!” The display made her take a deep breath before answering. “Hi, Maya.”
Immediately, with a scolding tone, the first thing out of Maya’s mouth was, “Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing Tyson?”
All Shasta could say was, “What?” She went into play it off mode.
“You were in his bathroom tonight, weren’t you?”
She remembered her ex, Conner, always saying that if you don’t want to answer a question, reply with a question. And so she did. “What are you talking about?”
“You know.” Her two words were impatient.
“Maya, I am not seeing Tyson. That’s just crazy.” Just as she did before, she used the word seeing loosely.
“You are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“How long has it been, Shasta? Tell me. Is that how you’ve gotten as far as you have within the company? After all, you are the only female senior executive at Bain.”
Ouch . Question. “What?”
“The flowers he calls to order on his own, that he charges on his company American Express that I thought he’s been sending to his wife when
“Wow. Okay.” The footsteps went further away. “Did someone leave their phone?” There was silence. “Is that Shasta’s phone?”
Damn that Zebra phone case.
Tyson replied, “I guess one of them did. I’ll let them know.”
“It’s Shasta’s. I’ll give it to her.”
He spoke fast again. “Leave it here.”
“I’ve got it, Tyson.”
Shasta heard two sets of footsteps. It stopped. The office door opened.
Maya asked, “Aren’t you going to the bathroom?”
This time his voice was riled up. “Maya. Give me that phone.”
“Okay, okay. Calm down,” Maya said, no longer purring.
“Go home,” he told her.
“Sure thing.” She sounded calm.
“Goodnight.”
Door closed.
Lock sounded.
Footsteps coming closer.
Bathroom door opened.
Shasta was stunned, saying as she saw his face, “You’re seeing Maya.”
He stepped inside and closed the door, standing right before her. “No.”
“Liar. You’re a mess. You’ve got more nerve than anyone I know.”
“Nerve about what? You know Maya. She’s just like that.”
“No woman would be like that unless there’s something going on.”
“She’s wanted there to be. But first of all. She’s not my type.”
“Oh yeah, right. Obviously you’re hers.” She stepped around him.
He turned to face her. “Shasta. Hold up. Are you jealous?”
“Fix the transfer, Baby lump. Goodbye.” She snatched her phone from him, exited the bathroom and trudged heavily to the door.
As she opened the door, she prayed that Maya would be gone. She was. But as Shasta headed back to her office, her phone vibrated in her hand. She looked down at it.
Maya: How was ur mtg?
Shasta knew, that Maya knew.
Chapter 8
Johns Creek, GA
It was ten that evening. Shasta never replied to Maya’s text. She did not reply to Tyson’s repeated call me text either. All she wanted to do was go home, and be alone to think, just for a couple of hours before she went out.
She had to face the fact that the married man she worked for, who she had been fooling around with for years, now had the nerve to be jealous of her for dating a black man from the mailroom.
She spoke aloud, “This makes no sense that I even care about Ramón getting transferred or not. I can’t allow Tyson to hold this over my head and punish Ramón, or me. I’ve got to ignore him, be firm about rejecting his advances, and get prepared to deal with who surely know something is up with Tyson and me, just like something is definitely up with Tyson and her.”
After her shower, she put on a pair of black leggings and a loose yellow top, slipped her feet into some heels, then grabbed her pink tote bag. She headed to the kitchen.
She took her phone from the island as it vibrated.
She pressed Messages .
Ramón: I’m at my house waiting. Can’t wait 2 c u. Drive safely.
Shasta: Thx. Can’t wait to see u too.
Ring, Ring, Ring.
“Dammit!” The display made her take a deep breath before answering. “Hi, Maya.”
Immediately, with a scolding tone, the first thing out of Maya’s mouth was, “Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing Tyson?”
All Shasta could say was, “What?” She went into play it off mode.
“You were in his bathroom tonight, weren’t you?”
She remembered her ex, Conner, always saying that if you don’t want to answer a question, reply with a question. And so she did. “What are you talking about?”
“You know.” Her two words were impatient.
“Maya, I am not seeing Tyson. That’s just crazy.” Just as she did before, she used the word seeing loosely.
“You are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“How long has it been, Shasta? Tell me. Is that how you’ve gotten as far as you have within the company? After all, you are the only female senior executive at Bain.”
Ouch . Question. “What?”
“The flowers he calls to order on his own, that he charges on his company American Express that I thought he’s been sending to his wife when
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