Bridgette
I stood frozen at the expectant gaze of the employees, my brain working hard to process what was being said, Tessa gave me a slight nudge.
“What?” I asked, looking around, hoping anyone could fill me in, “I don't understand…”
Tessa gave me a funny look, then passed the cake board to another.
“Don't be shy everyone knows that, that you not only impressed him, he also gave you a card and set up a meeting. How impressive can you be.” Someone else said.
I blinked, still confused. “How did you even know I met him already?”
Another manager winked. “Let’s just say a little cutout board told us.”
Cutout? My eyes flickered toward the intern, who focused intently on her drink. From her reaction, I already had an idea of the person.
Why he told them, though, I couldn't figure out. R
