Effie had no intention of wasting any more time with Nelly. She said briskly, “I've sent you my purchase record. Check your work email.”
Nelly gave a disdainful snort, pulled out her phone, and glanced at the screen—her expression shifted ever so slightly.
“Nelly, you drive a Porsche. Don't tell me you can't even afford to pay me back a measly thousand dollars?”
Nelly's eyes flickered. That Porsche wasn't even hers.
“Fine, I'll pay. Just wait.”
It wasn't long before Effie received the payment from Nelly.
With another huff, Nelly stomped back to her desk, furiously tapping away at her phone. Whatever she was texting or whoever she was texting, Effie didn't care in the slightest.
Shirley shot Effie a thumbs-up. “You're amazing, Effie.”
“Did you know Nelly would try something and that's why you brought that scarf?” Shirley asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Effie shook her head. “I'm not psychic. How could I have predicted that? You're the one who threw yourself in the line of fire—I couldn't do much about that.”
She glanced at the snagged threads in her expensive scarf and winced. “Such a waste of a good scarf.”
“By the way, what were you about to tell me earlier?”
Shirley paused, suddenly blank. “What was I going to say?” She squeezed her eyes shut, racking her brain.
Then, as if struck by lightning, she snapped her eyes open and looked at Effie. “I remember!”
Her exclamation drew a few glances from nearby desks, and Shirley offered an awkward smile before lowering her voice. “Effie, are you and Mr. Etheridge… together?”
Now it was Effie's turn to panic. Her hand jerked, knocking over her water bottle, and she scrambled to mop up the spill.
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