"Why is your brother back in town?" Mindy asked her boyfriend, Tyler Schuyler, the moment she got home from her quasi-date with her horrid but sort of sexy boss, Bernard Morton.
"Why are you dating your boss?" Tyler countered. "Hold on, what did you say? Brad is back in town? When did that happen?"
"I don't know. I ran into him at the club. He was looking for your mom."
"I'll go home and see what's going on but first we need to talk about this thing you have going on with Bernard Morton. I don't like your dating him, Mindy. Either you're my girlfriend or you aren't."
"I'm not dating him like that, Tyler. I'm just trying to find out more about Fat Off. We've been over this about a million times. Can we drop it, please?"
"How will going out to dinner with him help you find out more about that stupid weight loss spray? The only way he'll tell you anything good is if you sleep with him and I absolutely draw the line at that."
Mindy rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to sleep with my boss. I'm not in the least bit attracted to him," she added, feeling a flash of guilt over the small lie. But there was no way she was going to tell Tyler that she did find Bernard attractive in a repulsive, slimy kind of way. It would be far too embarrassing plus more than a little dangerous given Tyler's jealous streak. "I just want to get more information on Fat Off so I can quit my crummy job as his secretary and go back to the newspaper. I never dreamed that I'd miss working for that lousy rag but now I know that there are a lot worse jobs out there."
Tyler sniffed. "One would think that you would have been able to wrap all of this up a long time ago."
Honestly, sometimes Tyler was so much like his mother that it was frightening. "Look, Tyler, I'm taking a ton of notes and with any luck at all I'll be able to quit soon. Bernard is this close to marketing Fat Off and when he does, bam! I'm going to call his bluff and call the EPA and report him--after I sell my story to the New York Times. Fat Off is dangerous to produce and he knows it. I can't wait to nail that bastard to the wall."
"If you know that, then why don't you blow the whistle on him right now?" Tyler whined.
"Because I want to make sure I have all of my ducks in a row," Mindy said somewhat evasively. "The closer I work with Bernard, the better."
Tyler eyed her suspiciously. "I still think you like him," he accused.
"Oh, Tyler, would you go and see why your brother is back in town?" Mindy asked impatiently. "I'm going to bed."
"I'll do that," Tyler agreed as he stomped toward the apartment's front door. "Don't bother waiting up for me."
"I won't," Mindy assured him. She waited until Tyler was gone before whipping out her cell phone. Just as she'd anticipated: three texts from Bernard. Mindy read the messages, a small smile tugging on her lips. Bernard was flirting with her. If she wanted to, she could go to bed with her boss. Why didn't that thought make her run to the bathroom to throw up?
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