She thinks it’s funny, I realize. And I guess, in a hilariously cruel twist of fate kind of way, it is. I think back to how awkward things were between Celeste and me last night.

“Gemma, if it bothers you that much, I can certainly assign this project to another writer,” Evelyn goes on when I don’t say anything else. “Since Celeste is already contracted to be on this project, the only movement we can do at this point is internal. But I’d much prefer the writer to be you, since it’s an amazing opportunity.”

Disappointment flashes in her eyes. Evelyn’s done so much for me in the last seven years. She’s probably the reason why I still have this job in the first place. I hate letting her down, so I blurt out, “It’s not just me, though. I mean, I can handle it, if I have to. But if Celeste knew I’m involved in the project, she wouldn’t want to stay on it, either.”

It’s hardly a lie. Celeste had seemed as uncomfortable around me last night as I was with her. Maybe even more.

“Oh?” Evelyn asks. “If that’s the case, it can’t be helped. Could you please reach out to her and ask her to confirm? Sorry, Gemma. I have a meeting in five. You can cc me on the email if you’d like. I’ll step in if needed.”

As if on cue, Evelyn’s phone rings. She picks up and says, “Yes?”

With her other hand, she jots down an email address onto the back of her own business card before handing it to me as she continues talking to the person on the other line. “Understood. I’m on my way. Thank you.”

I blush, realizing how ridiculous and unprofessional I must seem right now, making a big deal about a work assignment because of a college ex. Fortunately, Evelyn seems to find it amusing, and she and I have a long enough working relationship that this isn’t something she’d fire me over. Or at least, I hope not.

Mouthing Thank you to Evelyn, I slip out of her office, carrying the business card with my arm stretched out in front of me like I’m handling a vicious viper. Honestly, I would have rather it be an actual snake than a piece of paper with Celeste’s email address. At least then I’d know what kind of situation I’m getting myself into.

Despite the awkwardness, Celeste seemed polite enough when I saw her yesterday, so hopefully the email exchange will be quick and painless. Hands trembling, I open Outlook and write up the most professional email I can manage.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

CC: [email protected]

Subject: Modern Love in Focus