Betrayed Chapter 7

"I'm sorry," he intoned, embarrassed. "Where are my manners? It was rude of me to st.... I mean, I couldn't help mys.... Damn, Angelina, you were right. She is absolutely captivating.

Okay, that helped a little. I was still shaking like a leaf in a Force Five Nor'easter.

"You poor girl!" Rob stated compassionately. "Why don't you women ever wear coats? You look great, but even if you take a warm cab, you can catch your death of cold getting into or out of it."

"When some nice Sugar Daddy buys me a fur," Angie hinted, "I'll even wear it in July."

"Consider it done, Baby Doll," Jim breezed. "Call it a 'perk' of your new position."

"Angie is getting a... promotion?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Rob replied with a grin, "for services rendered. Didn't she tell you? We will announce it officially to the whole company tomorrow. She is coming upstairs to become an Executive Personal Assistant. That's part of the reason for our celebration tonight."

"Um, congratulations," I offered lamely.

"Thank you, Sweetie," she responded sprightly. "I couldn't have done it without you."

I wished she would stop dropping hints like that. So far, they didn't seem to realize who I was. As long as they didn't, I might still have a job the next morning. I gathered up all my courage.

"Well," I observed, "if this is a celebration, perhaps we should have a drink. Would it be too much trouble to order me a frozen strawberry margarita? Make it the big one; I need it."

Ten minutes later, I was already half-way through the frosty, forty-eight ounce concoction. It went down so easily! After all, it was just a big Slurpee – with about a gallon of Cuervo. The others were sipping leisurely at their cocktails. There had been not a single untoward comment or reference, regarding me. The two executives, particularly Rob, were actually warming to me as they would to any attractive woman. Fortified with liquid courage, I was beginning to respond in kind.