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Making an effort to calm myself, I released a shaky breath.
Rosie nodded, looking at me with the understanding only a good friend
would. But there was something else there too. And I was under the
impression I wouldn’t like whatever she had to say next.
“I get it. I do, I swear.” She smiled.
Okay, that was good. I needed her to be on my side. And I knew she was.
I watched her walk around the table and take a seat beside me. Then, she
turned and faced me.
Uh-oh. This wasn’t all that good anymore.
Rosie placed a hand on my back and continued, “I hate to remind you of
this, but you didn’t even want to be on the GreenSolar project. Remember
how much you complained about that client?”
Of course I’d had to go and find a best friend who had a borderline
photographic memory. Of course she remembered that I had been glad to be
relocated to a different project.
“And,” she continued, “as you very well said, Aaron didn’t know you.”
Exactly. He hadn’t bothered to do that before he decided to label me as a
hindrance and talk shit about me to our boss.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “What’s your point, Rosalyn?”
“My point is that, sure, he judged you based on only a couple of days,”
she patted my back. “But you can come across a little … informal. Relaxed.
Spontaneous. Sometimes loud.”
My scoff was heard all the way in Spain. “Excuse me?” I gasped loudly.
Dammit.
“I love you, sweetie.” My friend smiled warmly. “But it’s true.” I opened
my mouth, but she didn’t give me the chance to speak. “You are one of the
hardest workers here, and you are amazing at your job while you manage to
create a light and fun working atmosphere. That’s why you are a team
leader.”
“Okay, I like this direction far better,” I muttered. “Keep going.”
“But Aaron didn’t have a way of knowing that.”
My eyes widened. “Are you defending him? Shall I remind you that we—
as friends—should hate each other’s enemies and nemeses? Do you need me
to print a copy of the best-friend code for you?”
“Lina”—her head swiveled, looking frustrated—“be serious for a
minute.”
I sobered up immediately, deflating in my chair. “Okay, fine. Sorry. Go