The following day starts off as usual until after lunch. I don't know what they put in the burger I ate, but I'm sure I have food poisoning. I've been to the bathroom three times today in one hour. I don't know how there's anything left in my stomach.

I go to Mr. Crawford's office to drop off some papers he asked me to type. He's not in his office, so I enter without knocking. He went out for a meeting with Vivienne. I place the documents on his desk, and as I'm about to take a step, I halt in my tracks. No, stomach, you can't do this to me. I need to use the bathroom but I'm scared if I take a step the food in my stomach will take a step closer to leaving my body. Taking a deep breath, I try to move, but stop when I feel my body ready to betray me. If I can barely take a step, how am I going to make it to the restroom? I see Mr. Crawford's bathroom only five feet away. I debate if I should use it. My stomach doesn't give me enough time to think about the pros and cons of such a risk. Instead, my legs take action and quickly take me to the bathroom.

After I finish using the bathroom, I wash my hands and move to leave and immediately regret using Mr. Crawford's bathroom. I hear sounds coming from inside the office. I'm so disgusted I feel like I'm going to puke again, and not from food poisoning.

"Oh, Jason! Yes, Jason!" Vivienne moans and I hear the table shaking.

"Yeah, call my name, baby," Mr. Crawford says huskily, and I hear the sound of skin smacking skin.

Did he slap her ass? I wonder how. I heard the table shaking. Did he flip her over? Why do I care? I can hear books falling. Where they are doing it? Eww, I don't want to know. I'll never touch anything in his office again. And even if I do, I'll wash my hands twice afterward.

I'm disgusted I have to listen to them have sex. It's disheartening that Vivienne is that kind of woman after what I witnessed yesterday. Yet she still throws herself at him. Doesn't she have any self-respect? I try to block out the sounds they're making, but it's hard. By the time they're done, I had already puked twenty times in my head.

They leave and I finally get out of his office. I was so happy Mr. Crawford had a meeting in the boardroom so I wouldn't have to face him when I left his office. I was worried I will have to spend the whole day in his bathroom office.

While sitting on my desk, I try to remove the images of Vivienne and Mr. Crawford having sex from my mind. Even though I saw nothing, I heard enough to know what they were doing. I can't believe a beautiful woman like Vivienne would allow a man like Mr. Crawford to treat her like one of his hoes.

Suddenly, I recall where I saw Tracy from and the bracelet.

"I don't like this one. It makes me look like a slut," I tell Vivienne for the thousandth time today.

We arrived at the mall a few hours ago. Vivienne's the most complex human being to shop with. Any dress I like is ugly to her, and every dress she picks out was too slutty for me.

"It won't kill you to show some skin," she says, examining the dress on me.

"I think we should leave showing skin to you. It's not my style," I say, walking back to the changing room to try on another dress.

"Are you calling me a slut?" she asks, following close behind me. She sounds angry.

"No, I didn't. And please, can we go and eat after I try this one on?" I ask, taking off the dress to put on another one.

"No, we can't. We don't have time to waste. Don't bother wearing that one. It looks ugly," she says while I'm trying to zip up the new dress.

"Okay," I say, taking off the dress and putting my jeans and T-shirt back on. "Please, can we eat before we hit the next store? I'm hungry, and I need food. I need energy to be keep shopping," I tell her as we walk out of the changing room.

"No. You won't die, so let's go," she says, walking out of the shop.

"Vivienne, I'm not going to try on another dress until I eat something," I say, following behind her.

I wait for her to tell me no or say something, but instead, she says nothing. I look at her and realize she's not listening to me anymore. Her full attention is on someone across the other side of the store. I follow her gaze and realize she's staring at Mr. Crawford in the store across from us. He appears to be buying jewelry for a woman. I can see Viviane's hand tighten to a tight fist and tears form in her eyes. Why is Vivienne reacting this way? I suspect she and Mr. Crawford are close, but not to the point that she'd murder another woman with her eyes.

"Vivienne," I say, waving my hands in front of her face to get her attention

"Let's go," she says, quickly wiping a teardrop that managed to escape. I'm sure she was hoping I didn't see it. But I did.

I didn't recognize the woman in the shop as Tracy when she came to the office. I realize then that Vivienne is in love with Mr. Crawford. Okay, maybe not in love, but I'm sure she doesn't like not being the only woman he sleeps with. But what could she expect? A man like Mr. Crawford doesn't commit to one woman. If you decide to sleep with someone like him, you should be ready to share his dick with a lot of other women. I feel bad for her. Even if she is the wicked witch of the west. I'm still a woman, and I know how it feels to want a man who only wants me for what's between my legs.

After a stressful day at the office, I take the bus to Amber's house. Today is her off day and also a Friday, so we plan to hit the club. It takes about thirty minutes on the bus then another ten minute walk to get to her house. I knock on her door and wait for her to answer.

"Hello, cupcake," Amber says when she sees me.

"Hi Amber," I say, walking into her house.

Her house isn't big, but it's not too small either. She lives in a lovely one-bedroom apartment.

"How was work today?" she asks and walks into the living room.

"Horrible, I caught Mr. Crawford having sex with Vivienne," I say, taking my seat on one of her couches.

I've told Amber about Vivienne before, so she knows I don't like her.

"Oh, my God! How?" she asks, taking a seat beside me.

"I used Mr. Crawford's restroom, and when I was about to step out, I heard them. I'm lucky I heard them before I stepped out because I don't think I'd be able to face them at work on Monday if I saw them. Even only listening to them while they had sex makes me embarrassed to look at them," I say, shaking my head to remove their sex noises from my mind.

"I can't imagine how you feel, I'm sorry. It must've been disgusting to listen to them moan while they were going at it."

"You don't want to imagine. But enough about my boss and his evil secretary. Where's the dress you said you have for me tonight?"

"Come with me," she says and walks to her room.

"I hope it's not too slutty," I say, following her into her room.

Our styles in clothes differ a lot. I like more comfortable and less revealing clothes, while Amber could care less if the whole world saw her naked. I didn't have anything to wear for the club tonight. Amber told me she got something for me when she went shopping recently. I can't wait to get my paycheck. I know I'll have to pay off some of my bills before I restock my tiny closet.

"No, it's not here," she jokes, handing me a shopping bag. I take the bag from her hand and remove a gorgeous dress. It's a light green spaghetti strap style.

"I love it," I say, smiling while admiring the dress.

"I knew you would. I'm going to take a shower, and when I'm done, we can start getting ready."

"Alright, I'll take one after you."

Later, Amber and I are done getting ready for our night out. We're in a cab on our way to the club. We're not going to the club Amber works at, but a different club one.

When the taxi arrives, I pay the driver and step out on the curve with Amber. We join the cue to get into the club, only waiting about thirty minutes before finally get in.

"Four shots of tequila, please," Amber immediately says to the bartender when we reach the bar.

"Here you go, ladies," the bartender says, placing our drinks in front of us and winking at me. He's cute, so I smile back at him.

"Cheers," I say, clicking my shot with Amber's before downing my first shot.

"What a beautiful way to start the night," Amber says after finishing her second shot. "When does your friend get here?"

I invited Evan to join us tonight.

"He should be here already but let me text him and find out where he is."

"Alright," Amber says and takes a sip of the cocktail she ordered when she finished her shots.

I take out my phone to text Evan but stop when I see him. I wave my hand in the air to get his attention; he sees me and walks over.

"Hi, how are you?" I ask him.

"I'm good; how are you doing, Eleanor?" he asks.

"I'm good too. Let me introduce you to my good friend." I tap on Amber's shoulder to get her attention. She was speaking with the bartender. "Amber, I'd like you to meet—"

"Jerk," Amber cuts me off with a frown on her face.

"Hello once again, grumpy old lady," Evans says, smirking.