Stella set the letter right side up. She didn’t care who read it. Leave them guessing. Besides, her leaving work was nobody’s business. Of course everybody suspected something.
She had banked holiday time. Perhaps she’d head south and work on her tan. Kitty, her friend in Orange County, had a small apartment. “Hop on a flight to Los Angeles,” she had said, “I’ll take you to a few parties, introduce you ’round town.”
Stella waited as Kitty paused to exhale, “My new man-” She could practically smell the smoke and see the ring.
“He’s an actor.”
Orange County was an option. To hell with Roy. He can hire a temp secretary. She didn’t give a hoot. Let him figure it out. Sunshine and the odd cocktail party might be a remedy for her blues.
Stella placed the dust cover on top of her typewriter and lifted her purse from the drawer. She loosened the scarf around her neck and draped it over her hair, knotting the ends. She glanced at her watch. If she hurried, she’d escape before the others arrived at the office.