After three hours at work, Sara needed a break. She had made calls returning all the messages that had been left for her and run through her numbers for the month again. Working on commission could be either a blessing or a curse, but after the deal she had sealed with Kevin Gibbons, she could skip the next two months of work and still be the top salesperson when she returned. Her commission was going to be ridiculously large, and she leaned back in her chair and fantasized about how she would spend it.
She was thinking of a new car, something sporty and fast. She really didn't know a lot about cars, but if she asked Josh or Tom, they could give her recommendations. A nice red sports car would be fun. But she didn't really need a car, and saving was still a huge priority. Maybe she would skip the car, save most of the money, and just take a day to go to a spa, indulge in every possible treatment they offered. She could get a manicure, pedicure, facial, massage, everything. Whatever they had, she would get. Maybe she'd take Rebecca, treat her to an entire day of pampering for the two of them. Maybe even a weekend. She owed her after last night.
The phone rang.
Shit, thought Sara. I was going to take a break.
She picked up on the third ring. "Good morning, this is Sara."
"Miss Zaad, it's Linda. I have a Michael Cavanaugh on the line for you."
They'd been playing phone tag for days, but Sara needed a break from work, just a quick breather to get back in her game. She just wasn't up for a conversation with a potential new client right this second.
"I really need to take a break. Can you give him to one of the guys?" She hated passing off a possible sale to any of her coworkers, but she had already hit her numbers and really didn't need any more right now.
"I tried to put him into the queue, but he insists on speaking only to you."
Sara sighed. "Then take a message. I really need a few minutes to collect myself."
"Of course." Linda disconnected the line.
Sara cradled the receiver, smoothed her skirt, and got out of her office before the phone could ring again. Ben was right outside her door facing away from her and she almost knocked him over. They bumped briefly, Ben stumbling and Sara catching herself on the doorframe.
"Are you okay?" Ben said, turning towards her.
"I'm fine. Sorry about that." Sara straightened and smiled pleasantly. "I didn't see you there."
"No prob." His eyes became wide with eagerness. "Did you hear?
"Hear what?" Sara was waiting for the latest office gossip. She tried to stay out of the loop as much as possible; the private lives of her coworkers were really none of her concern, but every now and then she found out things she really didn't need or want to know despite her best efforts to remain ignorant.
"Jerry got a tape in the mail. No return address." Ben's eyes flashed, the possibilities lighting up his face. He was one with a need to know every intimate detail. "We've got a pool going on who gets fired today. You want in?"
Sara felt her heart leap into her throat. This was it. The moment she had been dreading was upon her. As soon as Jerry saw that tape, she was getting fired. Her stupid plan was still with her, whether she chose to continue it or not.
"C'mon," Ben said. "It's only twenty bucks." He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Smart money's on the cleaning guy."
Sara took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her brain was on fire, and it felt as if her face was about to burst into flame to match it. "That's terrible. I'm not going to make money off of someone getting fired."
"Oh, relax." The smile disappeared from Ben's face. "It's all in fun."
"Someone getting fired over some stupid stationery is not fun." She felt herself flush again.
"Wow. Okay." Ben's face took on a sarcastic look for a moment, but it was immediately replaced with his usual salesman poker face. "Suit yourself." He turned and walked into the sales office without another word.
Sara headed directly for the ladies room, banged into a stall, and locked herself in. This was it. She was going to lose her job. Not only that, but Jerry would see the tape. She would be exposed before a man she actually respected. He'd tell his wife. God, what would Maria say? She'd be ostracized, the laughingstock of the company. There had to be some way to keep Jerry from seeing that tape. But how? What was she going to do?