Page 85 of Our Best Friends Wedding
Oh Fuck.
“Then she said that she had forgotten that Kate worked here. That’s when she asked me to set aside ten minutes in your schedule. I just presumed it was about the Miami trip.”
Now I’m angry. I have no one to blame but myself, though.
“Thanks Jenna. That’ll be all.”
Jenna rushes out of my office, and I see through the camera on the side of my desk that she nervously sits at her desk.
Oh, my God, I messed up so bad.
That's why she was quizzing me yesterday? She already fucking knew. And now she knows I lied. Well lied by omission. Same thing really.
I know I’d feel the same way if this whole thing was reversed. Why didn’t I tell her Katie worked here?
I walk over to the closet in my office and grab my gym bag. I need to get rid of some of this energy.
I hold up my gym bag as I pass Jenna’s desk while she’s on the phone.
