Marcus couldn’t help but smile back. But he had been shocked in the meeting when prior to her arrival he had been asked to vote on whether or not she should get the promotion. He hated himself for momentarily wondering if it was in his best interest, but in the end he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he held her back.
He was trying to be happy for her and supportive , but a part of him worried about how far her business aspirations went. If she really was after his job, then maybe she was just playing him. Was he a fool to trust her?
He didn’t get much time to think about it. By the end of the day a desk, computer and file cabinets had been placed in his office and she had moved out of her cubicle and into his office. Technically he was still her boss, but she would be handling certain projects on her own. He should have been glad of the help and in a way he was, but still he remained a little leery of her ambition.
Marcus felt an uneasiness and wanted to check his blood sugar but now had little privacy in his own office. He excused himself to go to the cafeteria to get something to eat. If he wasn’t one hundred percent sure of Cherilyn, he thought he’d better not trust her with his diabetes and keep that personal information to himself.
To celebrate her promotion Cherilyn spent happy hour with her girlfriends. Keke seemed more relaxed. Melanie continued to insist on being the center of attention, monopolizing the conversation, always going back to a discussion of her wedding. Cherry was glad Melanie was happy again, but felt a bit guilty when she found herself thinking she couldn’t wait until this wedding was over.
She looked at Tashida and gave her a rueful smile knowing how much her friend hated wedding talk. Tash gave her an exaggerated eye roll and picked up her phone. Cherry’s phoned buzzed with a text. She had to hold in a laugh when she realized the text was from Tash. Even when it’s your night it’s all about her .
Chery texted back: It will be over soon.
Tash texted one more time: Not soon enough.
When the weekend came Cherilyn was getting ready to see Marcus again. They had been spending almost every night together and she was loving spending so much time with him. Even though they couldn’t go out they watched movies and made dinner together, talked a lot and Marcus made her laugh often.
Tashida walked into Cherry’s bedroom an d looked at her in surprise - “You going out again tonight?”
“Yes.”
“All night?”
“Probably.”
“Who is this guy?” Tash sat on the bed.
Cherilyn looked down. “I can’t tell you.”
“He’s married isn’t he?”
“No.” Cherry zipped up her overnight bag.
“Then what is it, i s he ugly?”
Cherry laughed, “No.”
“Are you ashamed to be seen with him?”
“Not at all.”
“Is he ashamed to be seen with you?”
Cher ilyn screwed up her face as like that thought had never crossed her mind. “I don’t think so.”
“I never thought anyone like you-”
“Anyone like me?”
“Yeah, someone strong, a good person, who knows who she is and doesn’t back down from anyone. I never thought you’d let a man treat you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like a hired escort. He calls and you come running.”
Cher ilyn stood staring at her in stunned, pained silence. She felt like she’d just been slapped in the face.
“It is a man isn’t it? You’re not pulling a Keke on me are you?” Tash laughed, she always had a way of breaking the tension, making light of any situation.
“It is a man and I wish I could explain it to you. All I know is I love him.” She surprised herself when she said it out loud but she knew it was