Chapter 82: Crack on the Ankles

Livy It was only those in the accounting department who had received the more detailed email. Mr. Grayson—Gerald Grayson—was retiring, the email had said. It also mentioned that there would be no official dinner for his departure until after the workshop, which, as far as I was concerned, was just more bullshit. If there were going to be drinks and an adequate supply of alcohol at the workshop, then I would excuse their delay. There were only a few people in the world that, at the mention of their name, made my teeth grind on their own accord, and one of those names was Kathy Bell. The name alone made me freeze in place. My fingers hovered above my keyboard as memories from high school flashed through my mind. Kathy freakin' Bell. Kathy Bell was no angel. If she had been, I wouldn’t have felt this way. She had always boasted about how her sister was a big-time actress when we were kids, appearing in popular TV shows and eventually making it big on the big screen. Kathy always gloat