Bill Peters watched Sally talking to Wayland and didn't like it. She had watched Wayland walk in and get a coffee with so much interest, and then she'd got up without saying anything and walked straight over to him. Bill noticed that Sally looked sad for some reason and Sally never looked sad. Angry, spoilt, bitchy, spiteful and smutty with a bit of fake niceness were the faces Sally Parks wore. Bill wondered what was going on because warning signals were hammering in his head.

He got up and followed her out. She was heading to the lady's toilets. Bill grabbed her by the top of the arm and hurried her inside. He pushed her up against the wall before demanding, "What the hell was that all about?"

"Bill! You're hurting me." Sally wrenched her arm from his hold.

"What's going on, Sally? Are you screwing Wayland too? Jesus!" He clutched his head and growled. "I won't put up with that shit, Sally! If you are, I'm going to kill you, you bitch."

Sally slapped him across the face. "It's none of your business, Bill. Do you hear me? I'll fuck who I like. You. Rohan Wayland, Mercer Kennedy, Joe Cartarney. Anyone I like!"

"What the fuck? You're fucking them all? I thought you and I were a thing!"

Her cynical laughter tore through Bill. An immense surge of rage ripped along his body. He pushed Sally hard up against the wall and slammed his palm beside her head.

Sally flinched but stood her ground. "I want money, Bill. Half the money you get for cheating those defence force drug tests."

"No one plays games with Bill Peters!" He smashed his fist on the wall so close to her head that she screamed. "You say anything about me swapping my urine for the defence force drug tests the Sergeant will hear about it and your life will be over." Bill pushed her against the wall. "You got that bitch!" He slapped her face and stormed out.

Sally burst into tears. Now Bill hated her. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Who cares," she said out loud. "It's Rohan you care about. Not Bill and his fake urine samples. Not Mercer and her kleptomania. Not stinky old Joe with his shrivelled-up dick but Rohan Wayland and you're going to get him, honey. Don't you worry about that?" She washed her face and made her way back to the office.

*

Penny Macy let her feet touch the floor. Her shoulders convulsed; her head tweaked. She was too old to be tucked up on a toilet seat hiding from other people's business. These sorts of things just seemed to happen to her all the time. It was like the universe was determining the most awkward path for her to follow. She stretched her legs, stood up and smirked. It was nice to know Sally Parks was getting a bit of her own back and it was very nice to know her secrets. Patience really did pay off.

Bill is getting way out of hand. I think he's dangerous.

Maybe all this hate Sally is feeling might make her wake up to herself.

Penny always seems to be lurking around, doesn't she?

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