What if she’d been so anxious to get to Paula’s room she’d stopped short and gone into Grace’s room? Grace could’ve been fast asleep, until Kelly stumbled upon her.

That couldn’t be it. She shook her head trying to dispel the thought. Kelly remembered racing head first into the bathroom, or perhaps it felt that way because seeing Paula when she’d least expected had fuddled her mind.

“I don’t know, I suppose it could have been Grace, but I’m ninety percent certain I went into the right room.”

“Okay,” Nicole replied. “For arguments sake, we’ll rule out Grace for the time being. Is there anyone you can think of? Someone who might’ve passed out in Paula’s bed, perhaps they drank too much and needed to lie down.”

And just like that, things got worse. “Colette.”

Sitting up tall, Nicole looked down her nose and spoke in a posh voice. “As in Paula’s mightier than thou stuck up P.A. you can barely tolerate?”

“The very one.”

“Well shit.” Nicole slumped back against the sofa. “No wonder you look like someone pissed in your Wheaties.”

The comment made Kelly chuckle. She loved her best friend and appreciated her attempt to make Kelly laugh. The jibe also took her back to her childhood, when her mother had insisted Kelly and her sister eat Weetbix for breakfast as it was the breakfast of champions.

“What makes you say Colette?” Nicole’s question put an end to Kelly’s brief trip down memory lane. “From what you’ve told me, I can’t imagine Miss Proper drinking to excess.”

It was a fair assessment, but Kelly couldn’t get the hushed conversation outside the bathroom door out of her mind. “When Paula was looking for Colette, Murray informed her Colette had a headache and needed to lie down.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, both lost in their own thoughts.

Nicole tapped a purple fingernail against her lip. “That’s not to say it was her. I can’t imagine such an uptight woman taking a nap in her boss’s bed.”

Wanting to believe that was the case, Kelly grabbed hold of Nicole’s logic and held tight. “You’re right, I think we can cross her off the list of maybes.”

“But, imagine if it was!” Wide-eyed, Nicole looked excited by the prospect.

Not wanting to imagine anything of the sort, Kelly groaned. “Please, let’s not.”

Unperturbed, Nicole bounced on the balls of her feet, the sofa jiggling in time to her excitement. “I just had an epiphany. This is a perfect example of the power of the mind. The person you were with could’ve been someone heinous, yet, you were totally into it because in your mind’s eye the woman was hot.” She slapped her hands on her thighs. “This is living proof; the brain is the biggest sex organ.”