The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 12

“Boss, I get it now! You dress down and skip makeup at work for our sake. You’re afraid we’d be too distracted by your beauty to get any work done.”

“Boss, I think getting fired is the best thing that could’ve happened to you. Now you can launch your career as a superstar. You have my full support.”

“Boss, I have to know who your husband is. He must be the luckiest man alive. Does he just laugh in his sleep all night?”

Though she was their superior, Penelope had always fostered a friendly, relaxed atmosphere, and they felt comfortable joking with her.

She slipped off her sunglasses and gave each of them a playful wink. “Too bad you won’t be able to see this heavenly face anymore.”

A chorus of groans filled the room as they begged her to take them with her.

Jokes aside, Penelope gently reminded them not to call her “boss” anymore. “This is your new boss now,” she said, placing a hand on Rebecca’s shoulder. “She’s my best friend, and I expect you all to treat her as well as you’ve treated me.”

Rebecca stood there like an outsider, an intruder. Though people smiled at her, she could feel the coldness, the hint of mockery behind their expressions.

She stood up, trying to appear graceful. “I’m very excited to be joining the department. I look forward to working with all of you to achieve great things together.” She raised her glass in a toast.

Everyone rose and drank, except for Wilma, who barely touched her lips to the glass, her displeasure obvious.

Rebecca felt she had done her part as the new leader. Just as she was about to say a few more words, Penelope heaved a large woven bag onto the table with a heavy thud.

“Boss, what’s in there, a bag of bricks?” one of her colleagues joked.

Penelope’s expression was cryptic. “Guess.”

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