My lunch break was spent with a dim, flickering fluorescent light in the depressing break room. I stared down at the sandwich I had grabbed from the gas station by my house on my way in that morning. My stomach churned at the thought of eating anything.

Of all the people I never wanted to hear having...making those noises, Sheila was top of the list. Well, my parents first, then her. It had been a suspicion of mine for some time now, but why did it have to be true? It made me question Donny's morals. And just how desperate was he to...you know, with her?

I forced myself to take a sip of my sparkling water, hoping I could keep it down. My taste buds didn't even register the crisp, fruity bubbles. So my mouth was as dead as my insides.

But my mind was whirling with the knowledge that the boss man was fooling around with an employee. This was the type of thing I could get Sheila in trouble with. The only problem was Donny. He was a fair, nice guy. I wasn't looking to get him in any trouble. How could I divulge this information without including him?

My phone chimed, signaling the end of lunch, breaking my reverie. After cleaning up my...well putting my stuff in the trash, I went back to the sea of desks. 

Sheila was sitting at hers talking on the phone as she typed. Her voice was sweet and lilting; her business voice. She was assuring one of our clients that she would have a presentation prepared for him within the week. 

I rolled my eyes. As I passed by her, she placed the receiver on the cradle and called out to me. My body froze in mid stride. 

"You've worked for Bronson before, right?"

"Yes. Why?" I turned to face her, my expression as blank as I could make it and my tone of voice matching.

"He asked for me specifically." Sheila pushed her chair back. I thought she was going to stand up, but she crossed her legs and rested her arms on the thin bars, reminding me of Basic Instinct.

"And?" I waited a few seconds before prompting her, my reaction still emotionless while in my head, I was questioning her questioning.

"Just wanted to pick your brain for some ideas. What appeals to him, what has worked best, you know."

I stared at her in amazement. "So...you want me to do your job?"

"Okay." She scoffed, sitting up and turning her head away a bit, keeping her gaze away from mine.

An idea popped into my head as the hate I felt for her bubbled. "Why are you asking me for help?" I knew the question would irritate her. 

"If I have more information about a client, I can do my job better." She now stood, attitude all over her face. She even rolled her neck and raised her plucked eyebrows.

"Why not ask him questions? That's part of your job."

"This is why nobody thinks you're a team player." She was inches from me, her voice loud enough for my ears only. "This is why you don't get accounts to lead on your own. You have to have someone guide you."

All I wanted to do was punch her in her perfect face. But I didn't want to start something physical. I don't know how I'd do in a fight since I've never been in one. And I'm not so sure that I want to.

"I'll play." Through gritted teeth, I decided to try to get my plan on track before I lost my mind. "Let's go to the conference room to talk."

She stepped back, a look of surprise on her face. "Uh...yeah."

Straightening my back, I spun on my heel and led us down the hall. Look at who's leading who! Ha! 

Once we entered the conference room, I wasted no time. I shut the door and stood in front of it. Although I'm sure if she wanted to, she could ease me out of the way with no problem.

"You want me to help, you'll tell Bronson I'm running the account. It's not like I won't be doing the work anyway." My tone surprised the both of us. I've never been the "this is how it's gonna be" type. I felt my pride swell a little.

"Are you crazy?" Several emotions crossed over her features; shock, confusion, annoyance. "No way I'm doing that. He asked for me." She leaned on one leg as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Possibly. But it's obvious you can't handle it. You must have bribed Donny to put in a good word for you." I copied her pose, sure I didn't look intimidating at all.

Her eyes narrowed at the mention of Donny. "What are you talking about?" 

I almost backed down. Her tone was ice and I felt my hands tremble. I swallowed hard, hoping she didn't notice. "Why did the door end up closed?"

The color drained from her face, her eyes darted in the direction of Donny's office. "What?" The chuckle she gave did nothing to hide her nerves.

I cocked an eyebrow, lifted the corner of my mouth into a smirk. I had her. She knew it.

"What do you think you're implying?" Her self assurance was back.

"I heard you."

"Did anyone else?" 

Crickets could be heard. I realized that it would be my word and my word only against hers and anyone else she could get to side with her. I wish I had called out to somebody to come over to that door.

When she realized she had one upped me, she pushed me out of her way.

"Maybe you should just give me your info on Bronson and stay in your own world. You're no match." She hissed before leaving.

I stood in the room, drumming my fingers against the glass table, trying to figure out how to fix this. What could I do?