| Chapter Eight |
| Teresa: First thing when we returned to work, Whitney and I were called into our boss's office. He seemed mad. What had we done? Was I gonna get fired? Oh no, Whitney just got promoted, she'll be crushed. Who I am kidding? I worked hard to get here too! I'll be crushed! "Okay Teresa, breathe, breathe. It's probably nothing. Just ice. breathe, breathe..." I muttered to myself. "Teresa! Hey Teresa!" I heard Whitney's voice. "Earth to Teresa, we gotta go. Jimmy's waiting." "Oh, sorry" I didn't even say it in an accent. I always say sorry with an accent. Man, I was nervous. Whitney: Teresa was a wreck. I was too, I mean I'm the nervous nail-biter, not her. But it was my turn to act cool. My turn to try and keep Teresa in check. Maybe Jimmy just wanted to know how our vacation was. Oh Man, who I am kidding? Jimmy sounded really mad! Teresa: "Sit down girls" Jimmy said. That meant it wasn't going to be a quick 'Who put decaf in the regular pot" kinda talk. Whitney and I exchanged confused looks as we sat. "Girls, I heard something from one of my employees" He began to pace. "He said he saw you two with some band members of that newly signed group-Five-in their hotel pool with them." I let out the breath I was holding. Oh! So that's it. Jimmy always worried about me and Whit. He probably was just being over protective. "Yeah Jim, we went swimming with them. Don't worry, they're not mad psycho rapists. They're fully dateable axe murderers." I joked. "So you are dating them then?" Jimmy asked with an unreadable expression coming unto his face. "Yeah, but you don't have to worry Jimmy, seriously" Whitney said, guessing it was a look of concern on his face. "No girls, that's not it. Look, I'm really sorry but you have to end it." He said, looking at his feet. "What?" we exclaimed together. "Look Jim, there's protecting and there's obsessing and-" Jimmy cut me off "There's a rule. I guess no one told you. That's why we're letting it slide. You cannot date clients" Whitney and I sat in shock. "I'm sorry" Jimmy tried. "I-but-Jimmy.."Whitney trailed off. "I can't believe this" I said storming out. Whitney: Teresa and I received a message from Joan (our secretary-we share everything) that we had to end our "crazy flings" as they called it ASAP. We were both very upset. We may have only know the lads about a week but we couldn't stand the thought of dumping them! But these were are jobs. We both worked really hard for them, we couldn't just give it up for some english guys we barely knew. Oh, but it was like we'd known them all our lives....This wasn't gonna be easy. |