13
Sitting with Emmy at a bar was not on today’s agenda, but after a hectic day and at her pleading, I quickly agreed. I watched as the pint-sized woman slurped one gin and tonic after another. I knew I had to pace myself or neither of us would be able to drive home.
“I quit!” Emmy pounded a dainty fist on the bar.
“Quit what?”
“Working for T and Brett.”
“Why?”
“It’s true. They really did hire Emily as the office manager.”
“Did T tell you that?”
“No, I haven’t been able to have a real conversation with him. I found the hire letter. Both of them signed it.”
Poor Emmy. That had to sting. “I’m sorry, Emmy. I don’t know why they would hire her.”
“And she gets paid more than I do!”
I gulped down my drink. Emmy was in a no-win situation and I didn’t know how to help. “Are you sure Emi
