Chapter 3
Connie awoke the next morning with an underlying sense of guilt. It weighed so heavily on her that for an instance she toyed with the idea of taking the day off. Let Mike and Jack get along without her. But that wasn't like her. If anything, she was a loyal employee who took the job seriously. She couldn't, she wouldn't, let pettiness get in the way of her serving the people of New York.
Besides, since she wasn't jealous, she was mad at herself for behaving in such a way so that Mike interpreted it as jealousy. Mike was an egotistical ass hole, so of course he would think she was jealous. And, whereas a more sensitive person wouldn't have confronted her with the question, Mike would because that's just the way he was. As a prosecutor, he was very good at getting people to take the bait he tossed out, whether they wanted to or not. She knew that about him. So why hadn't she seen it coming? It was why he was her boss, rather than vice versa.
Connie reluctantly crawled out of her bed, showered, and got dressed.
On the way into the office, she considered getting Mike a coffee and a danish by way of an apology. What would he think about the gesture, though? She already felt stupid. She didn't want to make the situation worse.