Day 186: Female Interloper

Yesterday at lunch, Margaret was complaining to me about her boyfriend drama again.  I kept drinking my ice tea and chewing my sub so I wouldn't be obligated to give my opinion often.  I'm not sure if I would have had enough time to have a word in edgewise, anyways.  I could have choked on a piece of onion and she would have finished her story before checking to see if I was still breathing.  There was a glimmer of hope in the dusty narrative she was relating to me.  Durvin was leaving for a conference in Raleigh next week.  Taking into consideration the last encounter I had with Durvin ended in our boss transferring me to another department because Durvin claimed he couldn't trust me, it didn't surprise me that Durvin didn't see fit to tell me about his trip.  This gave me the perfect opportunity to continue my office work undisturbed.  Durvin had every right not to trust me.  With him gone, there would be no one walking in on me while I was hacking into the company's employee files.  I was almost finished gathering all the information I needed to frame Durvin for the money I had stolen.  It would serve him right for all the needless tasks he had ordered me to do when I first started working at Junction International.  Durvin gravely underestimated my potential, and he would live to regret it.  I was tempted to throw a couple grand in Margaret's bank account too, but that was no way to treat your unsuspecting informant.