With help from Maria’s on-again work fling Mike, we could undoubtedly find some kind of incriminating evidence on Elena’s computer that would save me while implicating her. Emails with the caterers, perhaps?
The only problem, of course, was my suspension. Technically, I was banned on Hatfield Supply property until this cleared up. If it cleared up.
Maria noticed my sudden dip in enthusiasm. “What’s wrong?”
Megan shifted her focus to me now, as well. “We’ve got a plan, right? Things are looking up?”
“I’m suspended,” I reminded them.
“Mike and I can snoop without you,” Maria offered.
“And take the blame, besides. I can’t let you do that.”
Elena had seen what went down with Peter. She wasn’t the smartest person in the office, but she had major points in the conniving manipulation dep
