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plate as she did. Molly knew that was why she’d been hired, but it could get annoying. She bet that Sara was disorganized rather than indispensable.
    And she would love to see if Sara could handle her personal to-do list. Like throwing herself at the mercy of her landlord without anyone overhearing. Calling in favors from her friends who had little money to spare. If Sara had a list like that, she’d really start complaining.
    “Kyle invited plaza+tag to visit, and I need you to make arrangements,” Sara informed her. “He plans to show them around, dazzle them. You know, give them the works.”
    “When are they arriving?” Molly asked, jotting down notes on her scratch pad.
    “Thanksgiving week.”
    Molly paused. The worst week to make any travel arrangements. Did bosses sit around and brainstorm impossible challenges for their staff?
    “Okay,” Molly said with a serene smile, “tell me what you need and I’ll get started.” In between calling pawn shops…
    “Thanks, Molly. You’re a big help.”
    “That’s what I’m here for,” she answered brightly. And the only reason she came to work today. Well, that and the unlimited long distance phone service.
    An unwelcome thought occurred to her. “Oh, hold on!” Molly said. “Work is going to be closed on Thanksgiving and that Friday, right?”
    “Officially,” Sara said as she adjusted the tote bag strap on her shoulder. “Some of the executives will probably work through it like always, but the administrative staff isn’t expected to.”
    “And are the guests visiting during that weekend? Don’t they want to celebrate Thanksgiving?”
    “I guess not,” Sara said with a shrug, and headed toward the glass door. “But you have nothing to worry about. Do you have big plans for the holiday?”
    Molly shook her head. “No.”
    “What are you going to do?”
    “Soup kitchen.” If her luck didn’t change real soon .
    “Wow,” Sara said, coming to a halt. “Really?”
    Molly winced and her stomach did a free fall. She didn’t mean to say that out loud! What all did she say?
    “Now I feel selfish for booking a ski trip to Whistler. Eh, what should I expect from a girl like you.”
    “Like me?” She dropped her pen and heard it clatter onto her desk. What was that supposed to mean? Her ribs squeezed her lungs; her nerves zeroed in for a crash landing.
    Sara winced and splayed her hands out in apology. “Oh, don’t take it the wrong way. It’s just that, well, I know you don’t say anything…”
    Splat! Her nerves felt like they were spewed everywhere. Molly wrapped her arms protectively around her midriff before she doubled over. “You know? ”
    “I started picking up clues here and there,” Sara said, clearly uncomfortable about saying anything, “and then it became obvious.”
    “It did?” Clues? What clues? She had been so careful. What tipped her off? Had she said something? Was someone trying to garnish her wages? Did she smell?
    “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” her boss said as she backed up to the glass door.
    Was she kidding? Molly felt her skin burning. She was furious with herself for getting into such a deep hole of debt. Sure, most of it was medical bills because she had no insurance when she got pneumonia, but her finances were in dire straits before that. Getting sick just took her over the edge.
    It would take years for her to crawl out of debt. She would’ve liked to blame it on her good-for-nothing ex-boyfriend, her series of dead-end jobs, and her bad luck.
    But the fact was, she’d messed up and she was paying for her own stupidity. As far as Molly was concerned, that wasn’t something to toot her own horn about. Only until she could pay back every dime would she be able to hold her head up high.
    “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody.”
    “Thank you.” She struggled getting the words out of her constricted throat.
    “I don’t know why you’re hiding it,” Sara said as she swiped her ID on the