She’s right, she didn’t ask. Billy did because he’s a piece of shit.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m looking for a new job. I can’t work here anymore.” Thank fuck, at least there’s that, though if I’m honest, since she had her epiphany about Billy, she’s been a great secretary. She shows up on time, is always professional, and has never hesitated to help out when she’s needed. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do about Billy. He isn’t exactly talking to me. I guess at some point, I’ll have to get a lawyer. Or maybe I’ll just move home to Florida close to my parents and forget that I ever had anything to do with him. That would probably be better for me and this baby.”

“Is the kid his?”

“I want to be offended by that question, but since I was sleeping with a married man, I guess I can’t be.” She wipes the wet from under her eyes and straightens her spine. “I know that you think I’m the bad guy, but he’s the only guy I’ve been with in a very long time, he told me that he was getting divorced, he met my family, spent time with my parents and told me that I would meet his kids.” More tears start to fill her eyes, and I reach over for the tissue box that is in the middle of the table and hand it to her. “I made a lot of mistakes when it comes to him, more than I can count, but my biggest mistake was believing him when he told me that he loved me.”

“I’m sorry.” And I mean that. If she’s telling the truth, which I do believe she is, he played her and preyed on her vulnerabilities. Franny was, or is, right.

“Of course you are, you’re one of the few good ones left.” She rubs her hands down the front of her skirt. “Do you need anything from me right now?”

“I can’t think of anything,” I tell her, and she nods, pushing up to stand.

“I think I’m going to go out for a walk. I need a few minutes. Do you want something while I’m out?”

“I’m good, but thanks.” I mutter and she leaves the conference room with her chin down and her eyes on her feet.

After scrubbing my hands down my face, I get up and leave the room. I don’t go to my office. I instead head to Billy’s. He might be able to avoid Jamie, but he can’t avoid me. Walking past his secretary, who smiles and waves me on, I don't even bother knocking before I open his door.