Light Me Up. Isabel Sharpe

hidden, not showing him how close she’d been to teetering over the edge once more.

      If only she hadn’t said that same thing to herself so many, many times before….

       4

       Blood Pressure: Moderately High

      “SO … MARY JO WAS constantly touching you and making suggestive remarks right in the sales department. But no other employees ever saw her doing this.”

      “Yeah. Uh-huh.” Bob Whatsisname nodded. He was slouching in a chair in front of Melissa’s desk, one of the most stunning men she’d ever seen, the kind that turned heads in the street. Her office was tiny, but since she often had to have confidential interviews, she did have four walls and a door. “I mean, yeah, she did, and no—no one saw.”

      “And after you asked her to stop …”

      “She wouldn’t.”

      Melissa sighed. “Bob, are you aware that this is your third sexual harassment complaint against store personnel in as many years? We could never prove the first two against Susan and Jess, and there has never been an employee who has been harassed even twice before you. We’ve transferred you both times in order to—”

      “What does that have to do with anything?” He jutted his perfectly square jaw. “You think I’m making this up?”