She got to the perimeter wall and made her way along until she could scamper into the ladies’ restroom. Safely inside, Becky fingered her hair, checked her makeup and adjusted her dress. It took about thirty-seconds and she was at the front door where Mrs. Smyth was trying to scrutinize the inside of the library from behind the darkened glass.
“Sorry, Mrs. Smyth,” Becky apologized as she threw back the deadbolt and let her boss in. “I needed to use the restroom; that time of mon...”
“Please, Becky,” Mrs. Smyth flagged a hand, pursing her lips. “Spare me the details.” And reaching for her briefcase she headed down the hall and disappeared into her office, closing the door behind her.
“God,” Becky sighed in relief. And her boss hadn’t even noticed she was wearing a skimpy little cocktail
