A/N: Our Michael-less week is up... I now present the aftermath of "Frame Toby."
Day 6 - The Worst Day of My Life
Kelly sat at the break room table, picking at a Milky Way and looking shaken.
Something inside Toby sighed. He hadn't quite vocalized the hope that the same kind of voice that had urged him to deck Michael would be there to agree with him that what had transpired was awful and illegal and... very tiring. Now that this was clearly not an option, he felt the empty space where it might have been very acutely.
But instead of limping back to the annex to hide until he could leave or looking into the legal action he could undoubtedly take, he sat down across from her.
"Ryan dumped me," she said immediately, staring at her candy bar. Then she took a vicious bite of it. "Kind of," she continued, still chewing. "He's going to Thailand."
Toby almost might have laughed, if he wasn't crashing after a panic-induced adrenaline rush and feeling sick and aware of every nuance of pain in his neck and... wasn't an HR rep who'd been conditioned to be supportive all the time.
He settled for a nod. Which hurt.
"What the hell just happened?" she asked, and he wasn't sure to whom she was referring.
"I don't know," he said, truthfully enough on both counts.
She gnawed angrily at her candy bar. "Is Michael going to jail?"
"Unfortunately, no."
"This is, like, the worst day of my life," she growled bitterly. She had no more chocolate.
"Mmm," Toby murmured distractedly. The worst part? This day? This horrible day of being framed for drug possession...
It wasn't the worst day of his life.
Hell, it wasn't even in the top ten.
She stomped over to the vending machine for another fix. "You want anything?" she said as she jabbed a code in with impunity.
Besides a new life? "Kit Kat."
"They're out."
"Whatever."
She returned with a couple of 100 Grands and handed him one.
When he reached for his wallet, she told him not to bother. "It's a dollar," she said dismissively.
They sat in silence after that, waiting for it to be five o'clock.