“That presentation,” I said, and my voice sounded distant even to me. “I have a client presentation tomorrow.”
Vanessa handed me a dish towel as if that solved it. “Don’t be so dramatic. You have cloud backups, right?”
Cloud backups. Right. Sure. But the laptop itself mattered. The access. The work. The fact that my job depended on me not being careless.
“Do you understand what you’ve done?” I demanded, looking at her friend, then back at Vanessa. “This is my job.”
Vanessa’s face hardened. “It was an accident.”
“It was carelessness,” I said. My hands shook. “You shouldn’t have been in here. You shouldn’t have touched my work stuff.”
Her friend stood, suddenly awkward, murmuring something about leaving. Vanessa waved her off, unbothered.
When I said Vanessa needed to replace it, she laughed like I’d told a joke.
“With what money?” she said. “You know I’m broke.”
