Free Show and Tell by Jasmine Haynes Page B

ladies’ room.
     
     
    The Accounting area was a din of voices and phones with the cubicles haphazardly thrown together, some facing each other, others back to back, and a center area filled with four-drawer filing cabinets. Rather than finding her way through the cubicle aisles, she skirted the dividers past the offices built along the outside walls. In one cube she passed, a youngish guy slumped over his ten-key adding machine, fingers flying. She’d thought everyone used the computer these days. In another cubicle, a girl chattered on the phone in what Trinity believed was Chinese.
     
     
    Anthony’s door was closed, but through the glass side panel, a buxom blonde was visible occupying one of the two chairs in front of his desk. Her thick hair, pulled back in a knot, perched at the back of her neck as she drummed her fingers on an armrest.
     
     
    Trinity tapped on the door.
     
     
    Anthony stood and signaled her in. Tall and skinny, he had receding hair, with just a tuft sticking up where once he might have had a widow’s peak.
     
     
    “Perfect timing,” he said, a grin stretched across his face like a rubber band pulled too tight.
     
     
    “I was down in HR filling out paperwork,” Trinity said as if she needed to explain to the teacher why she was late.
     
     
    “Yes, yes, of course.” Anthony waved her in, the flat of his hand landing on the chair next to the blonde. “Well, it’s so perfect because I’ve got Inga right here.”
     
     
    Something told Trinity it wasn’t at all perfect in Anthony’s opinion. Then Inga stood. Good God, she was an Amazon. Or Brunhilda. Trinity had chosen the three-inch Manolos, but Inga had chosen her heels well, too, and she towered over Trinity.
     
     
    “Inga Rice, Trinity Green,” Anthony did the introductions.
     
     
    A simple green sheath made of some soft jersey material clung to Inga Rice’s curves. She had bosoms and hips, and Trinity noted a slight sheen of sweat along Anthony’s upper lip just from being trapped behind closed doors with her.
     
     
    Inga Rice was the type to make men sweat. Anthony dabbed a handkerchief to the top of his head. “Inga is our lead Accounts Payable clerk. She knows everything there is to know and can walk you through the whole system.”
     
     
    “It’s so nice to meet you.” She put out her hand.
     
     
    And Inga crushed it, her blue eyes sparkling. “It’s such a pleasure. ” Not.
     
     
    Her voice had a breathy quality that had Anthony dabbing the tuft on his head once again.
     
     
    “Inga, why don’t you introduce Trinity around?”
     
     
    Trinity had the feeling he wanted them gone from his office before the claws came out.
     
     
    “Thanks. I’d appreciate that.” She’d give Inga the benefit of the doubt. The woman probably didn’t know her own strength.
     
     
    And Inga led her around the department. The Asian girl in the first cubicle was Christina Lee, Accounts Receivable clerk and relatively new. She shrank when Inga stepped into her cube.
     
     
    “This is Trinity The-Boss’s-Daughter.” Said with hyphens and capitals as if that were Trinity’s last name.
     
     
    The young man with fast fingers was Boyd Osterlot, general ledger accountant. Whatever the general ledger was. Trinity had some things to learn.
     
     
    “He doesn’t work for you,” Inga said as Boyd drooled, his gaze fixed on Inga’s upper body curves.
     
     
    In the end, Trinity met three Accounts Payable clerks (including the girl in blue jeans), two general ledger accountants, one cost accountant, and a partridge in a pear tree. Okay, sorry, but she couldn’t keep the names straight, or the titles or the jobs. She’d thought she’d have an office-not because she was Daddy’s little girl, but because she was a supervisor—yet her twelve-by-twelve cubicle was three cubes down from Inga’s ten-by-ten. At least Trinity had four extra square feet, but that was about all.
     
     
    Trinity had never felt so