Waking Up As My Enemy?!?!

My New Plan

I did as much research as I could. I scrolled through all of the texts Sheila and Donny had sent each other. I looked through all of her pictures. She left her email open on her phone, so I read her emails.

They had been having an affair for almost a year. No wonder they were itching to be able to be public about their relationship. 

I got a better idea of how she spoke with him, but he didn't really seem to mind how I had acted with him. So maybe I didn't have to worry so much.

What I did have to worry about was Sheila. 

She had blown up my phone all night. Texts back to back. Phone calls every five minutes. Good thing I had put it on mute while I was with Donny. 

Basically, she was threatening me if I tried anything with him. But I was in the process of a plan. One that Sheila would have no say in.

I walked into the office in a chipper mood, ready to get things going. Of course, Sheila had the death ray eyes again.

"What happened? Why didn't you answer any of my texts or calls?" Her voice was low, threatening.

"I was busy. How would it have looked for me to be focused on my phone instead of Donny?" I hissed back.

"You could have at least answered one of them." I appreciated the fact that she had made an attempt to spruce me up some. She had my chestnut hair down, in beach style waves with a clip holding the left side back. I even liked her choice in clothing. It was a modest, yet flattering dress I hadn't worn in years. 

"Sorry. I guess I should have." I shrugged, not really interested in her anger towards me. 

"So?"

"We ate dinner and went walking. What's the big deal?" 

The look on her face told me what she really wanted to know.

"No! I didn't sleep with him. Jeez." I tried to look disgusted.

Relief washed over her face and she slumped a little. "Okay. So when is our meeting with Bronson?"

"He'll be here this afternoon." I briefed her on the presentation so that she'd know what was going on because I told her that once we found a way to switch back, she'd need to know this information.

Close to lunch time, we watched as Donny came out of his office with Mr. Couey, the big boss man. He flashed me a quick smile and went back to his intense conversation. Sheila looked hurt that he didn't acknowledge her. 

I felt a little sorry for her this time. I mean, it was obvious they had deep feelings for each other. And here he was flirting with another woman right in front of her. Of course, he still didn't know that. 

The presentation for Bronson went by with flying colors and he pulled me aside as everyone else left.

"I'm impressed. I honestly didn't think I'd like you. But this is great work." 

I beamed with pride. The only problem was that it was Sheila getting the praise. 

"I have a proposition for you."

When I got back to my desk, Sheila pounced. "What did he say?"

"Bronson? He was just giving me praise for a good job." I brushed it off as if it were no big deal.

She looked a little disappointed, but didn't push for any other information. 

"So, do you want to try one of the things we found?" She asked as everyone gathered their things to leave.

"Of course."

"So, how about seven. I'll come to my place."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. When else?" She raised an eyebrow in questioning.

"Not tonight. I made plans."

Her face turned red. "With who?" Her voice dropped venom.

"It's just dinner. I promise." It was easy to lie to her.

"It better be. Remember. I can still go blab. And I won't just go to Jacobson." I didn't doubt the threat. But it wasn't going to matter anymore after my conversation with Bronson.

"Absolutely. "

I followed my coworkers onto the elevator,  Sheila getting stuck with the stragglers. A sigh escaped as I waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor.

Once home, I changed into a pair of jeans and the loosest shirt Sheila owned. While I was getting used to flaunting my nice new body, I still felt a little weird about it. 

Donny came to get me and we walked the short distance. I must have been getting better at walking in the stilettos, since Donny didn't seem to notice. We talked, getting more personal. I felt I had learned a lot from their texts and emails, so it was easier to respond.

When we got to the apartment building, I gasped. The place was gorgeous. I couldn't wait to see the inside. 

The owner had opted to keep the character of the building. There was crown molding and hardwood floors. The place felt open without being a giant loft. There was a view of the park from the master and a spacious kitchen. I fell in love with the apartment.

"What do you think?" I could tell from the look on his face that he liked it too. 

"I want it." I gushed.

"Let's do this." He nodded, pulling me toward the real estate agent.

"Application, please." I held out my hand.

She smiled at us as she gave me the application. We handed it over in less than five minutes. 

"I'll call you in a day or two to let you know."

"Thanks." Donny gave her a businesslike nod as he led me out.

"So I have news." I had been debating on when to tell him, but now felt perfect.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to work for Bronson. This is my last week at the office."

"What? Really?" He looked puzzled.

"Yeah. Why not?" I frowned a little. I was so excited about this. Why wasn't he?

"He offered you a job based off of one presentation?"

"Yes." I was starting to get defensive. 

"It's just, Marci has always handled his accounts. You'd think that he would have offered her a job."

He made sense. I mean, I am Marcianne, afterall.

"Well, he obviously saw something he really liked."

"Good. That's great." He pulled me in for a kiss and hug. "I have news too."

I looked up at him, waiting.

"My last day is next Friday. I made the transfer official this afternoon." His excitement was contagious.

"Amazing!" I threw myself into his arms and planted my lips against his.

He returned the kiss with zest, his hands tangling in my hair. 

"So I guess things worked out better than we'd hoped." His boyish smile made me weak in the knees.

"Yes." My plan was working better than I had imagined.