not. Marie tried to steady herself, but she still didn't hear anything. Was she too quiet? She was just about to say something else when she felt her colleague's warm hand touch the back of hers. It was fleeting, almost as though an accident. Almost an accident.
Goosebumps ran up her arm and Marie had to fight the urge to hug her. They'd pushed it too far already.
The woman next to her then closed her locker and walked off in the direction of the control room. That was enough for today—too much and they'd get rumbled.
Still smiling, Marie turned around to see the camera looking straight at her. Her face fell. After closing her locker door, she looked back up at the lens and saw darkness shift behind it. Were they focusing on her?
When she heard a loud voice outside, panic flapped in her chest like trapped birds.
"You what?!"
It was Doug. Frowning, Marie looked at the camera again. Had they told him already?
Cuban heels clicked loudly over the hard floor as they marched towards the locker room.
Click!
Click!
Click!
"They've done what?!" It sounded like he was talking into a phone. He was pissed, whoever he was talking to.
Click!
Click!
Click!
How could she be so stupid? How could she fuck everything up just from wanting to make a friend? Why did she say hello to her?
Click!
Click!
Click!
Jesus, Marie, what have you done?
Chapter Twelve
The clicking of Doug's heels halted outside the locker room door.
With tension gripping her stomach, Marie shook as she looked at the floor and waited for it to slide open. Why did she try to talk to another colleague? Any kind of interaction was strictly forbidden. She knew that, so why was she so stupid? If she lost her job now, it would push Frankie over the edge. What was she playing at?
Doug's angry voice outside made her jump.
"They can't come here, Monty. No way! "
The panic in Marie's chest eased slightly. Who couldn't come here? What the hell was he talking about?
"I don't care if we're obliged to show them around. I'm not going to do it."
Maybe she hadn't been rumbled. She looked up at the camera. What would they be thinking of her strange behaviour? It was a bit weird to stand still and stare at the floor.
Marie pulled her right leg up like a dog that had a thorn in its paw. There was a bench next to the door, so she hobbled over to it and sat down. As she pulled both of her shoes off, she continued listening to Doug, his voice now reedy with panic.
"Can they just turn up without any warning? Surely, they have to give us some notice?"
It was so quiet that Marie could hear Monty on the other end of the phone. It was impossible to make any sense of what he was saying though; she was too far away from the speaker.
The first sock she removed was slightly damp with sweat because of the summer heat. She turned it inside out and pretended to look for the foreign item that was irritating her. All the while, she made sure the camera could see what she was doing.
"I don't have any time to prepare. What am I supposed to do?"
After a pause, Doug tutted and said, "What do you mean, make it look convincing ? Do you realise how hard that is?"
Marie put her sock back on and removed the next one. Although, how the irritant could jump from one sock to the next… Hopefully, whoever was watching wasn't thinking about that.
"Okay," Doug said with a sigh.
Another pause as Monty replied.
Doug then offered a petulant, "It's not like I have a choice, is it?"
Monty spoke.
"Yep."
Monty spoke again.
"Yep." Doug was clearly sulking.
There was a pause where neither man spoke. Doug's attitude must have been irking Monty. It was hardly surprising; Marie felt like swinging for the spoiled brat and she didn't even know what they were talking about.
Another loud tut and Doug finally said, "Fine. I'll get one of the girls from the control room to come with me. A couple of them are pretty enough to distract them. Hopefully, that'll
Goosebumps ran up her arm and Marie had to fight the urge to hug her. They'd pushed it too far already.
The woman next to her then closed her locker and walked off in the direction of the control room. That was enough for today—too much and they'd get rumbled.
Still smiling, Marie turned around to see the camera looking straight at her. Her face fell. After closing her locker door, she looked back up at the lens and saw darkness shift behind it. Were they focusing on her?
When she heard a loud voice outside, panic flapped in her chest like trapped birds.
"You what?!"
It was Doug. Frowning, Marie looked at the camera again. Had they told him already?
Cuban heels clicked loudly over the hard floor as they marched towards the locker room.
Click!
Click!
Click!
"They've done what?!" It sounded like he was talking into a phone. He was pissed, whoever he was talking to.
Click!
Click!
Click!
How could she be so stupid? How could she fuck everything up just from wanting to make a friend? Why did she say hello to her?
Click!
Click!
Click!
Jesus, Marie, what have you done?
Chapter Twelve
The clicking of Doug's heels halted outside the locker room door.
With tension gripping her stomach, Marie shook as she looked at the floor and waited for it to slide open. Why did she try to talk to another colleague? Any kind of interaction was strictly forbidden. She knew that, so why was she so stupid? If she lost her job now, it would push Frankie over the edge. What was she playing at?
Doug's angry voice outside made her jump.
"They can't come here, Monty. No way! "
The panic in Marie's chest eased slightly. Who couldn't come here? What the hell was he talking about?
"I don't care if we're obliged to show them around. I'm not going to do it."
Maybe she hadn't been rumbled. She looked up at the camera. What would they be thinking of her strange behaviour? It was a bit weird to stand still and stare at the floor.
Marie pulled her right leg up like a dog that had a thorn in its paw. There was a bench next to the door, so she hobbled over to it and sat down. As she pulled both of her shoes off, she continued listening to Doug, his voice now reedy with panic.
"Can they just turn up without any warning? Surely, they have to give us some notice?"
It was so quiet that Marie could hear Monty on the other end of the phone. It was impossible to make any sense of what he was saying though; she was too far away from the speaker.
The first sock she removed was slightly damp with sweat because of the summer heat. She turned it inside out and pretended to look for the foreign item that was irritating her. All the while, she made sure the camera could see what she was doing.
"I don't have any time to prepare. What am I supposed to do?"
After a pause, Doug tutted and said, "What do you mean, make it look convincing ? Do you realise how hard that is?"
Marie put her sock back on and removed the next one. Although, how the irritant could jump from one sock to the next… Hopefully, whoever was watching wasn't thinking about that.
"Okay," Doug said with a sigh.
Another pause as Monty replied.
Doug then offered a petulant, "It's not like I have a choice, is it?"
Monty spoke.
"Yep."
Monty spoke again.
"Yep." Doug was clearly sulking.
There was a pause where neither man spoke. Doug's attitude must have been irking Monty. It was hardly surprising; Marie felt like swinging for the spoiled brat and she didn't even know what they were talking about.
Another loud tut and Doug finally said, "Fine. I'll get one of the girls from the control room to come with me. A couple of them are pretty enough to distract them. Hopefully, that'll
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