The Bad Boy Computer Programmer At Wattpad

EMAIL FROM WATTPAD

[Amanda: I'm forwarding you the email I got from Wattpad.]

[Amanda: Be sure to read all the way through--]

[Amanda: To the very end--]

[Amanda: As in--make sure you read the copy of the bug report I sent!]

[Geri: I'm confused]

Amanda sat up so she could text a bit faster. As she did, Winnie rolled off her back like a perfect gutter ball.

[Amanda: When you read it, you won't be.]

[Jeannie: Is everything OK?]

[Amanda: We'll see--]

[Amanda: Group chat at 7?]

[Amanda: When everyone is off work?]

[Geri: I'm not seeing the email.]

[Jeannie: I'll be able to do 7. Pacific time, right?]

[Amanda: The email is on its way. Just sent it.]

[Amanda: Yes! 7 Pacific!]

[Amanda: I'm out. Can't be late for work.]

Amanda jumped out of bed and put a couple eggs in a frying pan. While her breakfast was cooking, she selected an outfit that would help camouflage her orthopedic-looking shoes. Bank tellers were on their feet all day, comfort had to come before style.

She glanced towards her sandals for a quick second, then slapped herself across the face for even having such evil thoughts. "Not even at sock-sandal-paloooza," she whispered.

Buzz, buzz

"Someone finished reading the email!" Half dressed, Amanda snatched her phone and checked the notifications. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to know what people's reactions would be.

[Geri: Holy. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!]

[Geri: ???????]

[Amanda: 7pm. Pacific.]

[Geri: I'm there.]

[Geri: Sitting in the front row.]

[Geri: I'd never miss a shitshow!]

Amanda giggled.

[Amanda: That's true friendship right there!]

When Amanda was fully dressed and tying her shoes, the second set of buzzes came through.

Buzz, buzz

[Jeannie: I'm sorry--]

[Jeannie: I can't stop laughing--]

[Jeannie: I shouldn't be laughing because you're my friend but--]

[Jeannie: That was hilarious!]

[Jeannie: Are you going to do the video chat?]

[Amanda: 7pm. Pacific.]

Scarfing down her eggs followed by a quick scrubbing of her teeth, Amanda scurried around the condo making sure everything was in order--like a full cat dish and freshly scooped litterbox. Throwing her purse over her shoulder, Amanda let Winnie escort her to the front door. As she gave her furry companion a few scratches behind the ears, her phone lit up once more.

Buzz, buzz

[Mona: I'm Latina]

[Mona: I know my tequilas]

[Mona: That report was written by tequila]

[Amanda: 7pm. Pacific.]

Opening the front door, Amanda used one foot to keep Winnie inside the condo while hopping on the other foot to get outside. With a swift pull of both the door and her leg, the casa was secure and all limbs were intact.

Buzz, buzz

[Mona: I also know sex]

[Mona: That report literally screamed, "I need dick!"]

Amanda stared at her phone--the image of driving over a cliff returned to the forefront of her mind. "Please don't say that's what it sounded like," she mumbled. Her pulse raced. Body heat increased. Beads of sweat formed on her brow. Humiliation had officially set in. "How can I possibly face anyone at Wattpad?"

[Amanda: 7pm. Pacific.]