would take a major
hit, too—they’d be lucky if they got to sell cupcakes out of Cady’s kitchen to whoever.
Then, without even drinking my frappie, I knew exactly what I had to do.
I sat straight up in my seat. I was going to have to solve this murder myself.
The line moved forward and I rolled up to the drive-thru window. The guy passed me
my drink.
I passed it back and said, “Make it a venti.”
* * *
“Have you heard anything?” Kayla murmured.
“No,” I whispered back.
We were in the breakroom at L.A. Affairs the next morning making our usual let’s-stall-as-long-as-possible
cup of coffee. Apparently, the outcome of Edie and Priscilla’s marathon meeting yesterday
was still unknown.
I’m not big on suspense. If we didn’t learn something soon, I was going to have to
barge into their offices and ask them straight-out what was going on.
Kayla glanced over her shoulder, then whispered, “I heard they’re considering shifting
events around, reassigning them to different planners.”
This couldn’t be good.
“So they can fire someone?” I asked.
“Maybe. Or maybe not.” Kayla leaned closer. “It could mean there’s a huge event coming
up, something prestigious. They want to make sure the planner they give it to isn’t
overbooked.”
My spirits lifted. “So this could be good?”
Kayla nodded. “A successful A-list event can make your career here. Everybody wants
to handle something high-profile.”
My spirits lifted even further. This would be the perfect time for me to take on a
big event and demonstrate my superior event planning skills, especially since my probation
period wasn’t up yet.
I’d managed to stay away from the office most of yesterday. Maybe I should stick around
today and let Edie and Priscilla see how hard I’m working—even if it meant I’d have
to actually work hard.
“I’ll let you know if I hear anything more,” Kayla said.
I dumped a few extra sugars into my coffee—just to celebrate the good news, of course—and
headed for my office. I had a lot to do today so I started immediately by checking
my Facebook page and making an appointment for a pedi. I logged onto my computer and
spent a few minutes looking at the Macy’s site, then ordered myself two sweaters and
a pair of jeans. Just for the heck of it, I checked for the fabulous Flirtatious satchel
but it was out of stock everywhere. I texted Marcie with the search update.
So far, my morning was rolling along pretty well, I decided as I sat back in my chair.
Somehow, today I had to find a way to let Edie and Priscilla know what a fabulous
planner I was so I’d have a shot at the hopefully-it’s-true A-list event Kayla had
speculated about. What better way to insure my continued employment?
A better way sprang into my head—solve Jeri’s murder before word got out and reputations
were ruined. Or mine, anyway.
In my experience it’s always easier to find a murderer if there are suspects to choose
from, and so far I had only two—well, one and a half, really.
The extra-large, giant leprechaun guy who’d taken off in the costume was at the top
of my I-think-you-did-it list. All I needed to do was find out who he was. I dashed
off a quick text to Wendy asking for the contact info for the two extra-large servers
on her list.
My sort-of suspect was Lourdes. She’d made comments about not liking Jeri, which wasn’t
much to go on, but I had to start somewhere.
As long as I was stretching for suspects, I added Cady’s name to my mental list. There
had been some conflicting reports about whether or not she was actually on the premises
when Jeri was killed, so I figured that was as good a reason as any to consider her
a suspect.
My cell phone chimed and I saw I had a message from Wendy giving me the first names
of the two extra-large servers, along with the explanation that Maisie’s Costume Shop
had no additional information
hit, too—they’d be lucky if they got to sell cupcakes out of Cady’s kitchen to whoever.
Then, without even drinking my frappie, I knew exactly what I had to do.
I sat straight up in my seat. I was going to have to solve this murder myself.
The line moved forward and I rolled up to the drive-thru window. The guy passed me
my drink.
I passed it back and said, “Make it a venti.”
* * *
“Have you heard anything?” Kayla murmured.
“No,” I whispered back.
We were in the breakroom at L.A. Affairs the next morning making our usual let’s-stall-as-long-as-possible
cup of coffee. Apparently, the outcome of Edie and Priscilla’s marathon meeting yesterday
was still unknown.
I’m not big on suspense. If we didn’t learn something soon, I was going to have to
barge into their offices and ask them straight-out what was going on.
Kayla glanced over her shoulder, then whispered, “I heard they’re considering shifting
events around, reassigning them to different planners.”
This couldn’t be good.
“So they can fire someone?” I asked.
“Maybe. Or maybe not.” Kayla leaned closer. “It could mean there’s a huge event coming
up, something prestigious. They want to make sure the planner they give it to isn’t
overbooked.”
My spirits lifted. “So this could be good?”
Kayla nodded. “A successful A-list event can make your career here. Everybody wants
to handle something high-profile.”
My spirits lifted even further. This would be the perfect time for me to take on a
big event and demonstrate my superior event planning skills, especially since my probation
period wasn’t up yet.
I’d managed to stay away from the office most of yesterday. Maybe I should stick around
today and let Edie and Priscilla see how hard I’m working—even if it meant I’d have
to actually work hard.
“I’ll let you know if I hear anything more,” Kayla said.
I dumped a few extra sugars into my coffee—just to celebrate the good news, of course—and
headed for my office. I had a lot to do today so I started immediately by checking
my Facebook page and making an appointment for a pedi. I logged onto my computer and
spent a few minutes looking at the Macy’s site, then ordered myself two sweaters and
a pair of jeans. Just for the heck of it, I checked for the fabulous Flirtatious satchel
but it was out of stock everywhere. I texted Marcie with the search update.
So far, my morning was rolling along pretty well, I decided as I sat back in my chair.
Somehow, today I had to find a way to let Edie and Priscilla know what a fabulous
planner I was so I’d have a shot at the hopefully-it’s-true A-list event Kayla had
speculated about. What better way to insure my continued employment?
A better way sprang into my head—solve Jeri’s murder before word got out and reputations
were ruined. Or mine, anyway.
In my experience it’s always easier to find a murderer if there are suspects to choose
from, and so far I had only two—well, one and a half, really.
The extra-large, giant leprechaun guy who’d taken off in the costume was at the top
of my I-think-you-did-it list. All I needed to do was find out who he was. I dashed
off a quick text to Wendy asking for the contact info for the two extra-large servers
on her list.
My sort-of suspect was Lourdes. She’d made comments about not liking Jeri, which wasn’t
much to go on, but I had to start somewhere.
As long as I was stretching for suspects, I added Cady’s name to my mental list. There
had been some conflicting reports about whether or not she was actually on the premises
when Jeri was killed, so I figured that was as good a reason as any to consider her
a suspect.
My cell phone chimed and I saw I had a message from Wendy giving me the first names
of the two extra-large servers, along with the explanation that Maisie’s Costume Shop
had no additional information
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