Courtney and Patrick are never at their desks. As someone who calls Courtney boss, her not being at her desk proves to be very difficult. You might be wondering why I don’t report Courtney to her boss, right? Well, guess what, that would be Patrick. So, I am in quite the pickle. Two months into receiving relatively no guidance from my supervisors, I have had enough.

Friday morning I watch Courtney come into the office and immediately shut herself into her office. Three minutes later, Patrick walks from his office down the hall and stops to rap two fingers on Courtney’s door on his way out. I swear I hear him whistling a tune as he leaves. Seconds go by and then Courtney exits her office.

I spring into action. Throwing on my coat I hop from foot to foot trying to weave in and out of the rows and rows of cubicles at somewhat of an efficient speed.

I assume Courtney took the elevator so I scramble down the stairs at a break neck pace. No, literally if I miss a step I WILL break my neck. I enter the lobby right when Courtney is exiting the building. Thankfully, she turns left and continues on foot. I follow her for about three blocks when I see her make a sharp left turn.

Curious, I make the turn after her. I enter some sort of alley flea market that no one would even know existed from the main street. I duck behind the first stall I can find, it seems like this particular merchant is selling baked goods. Not a bad hiding space.

I watch as Courtney meets up with Patrick in front of a toy stall. She looks giddy with excitement, she is almost vibrating. Patrick looks both ways before he pulls five stacks of what looks like hundred dollar bills from his inside coat pockets. He passes the money to the seller and his eyes get huge. He takes the money with a smile on his face and starts to rummage around below my eye level.

What the heck is going on? Am I witnessing some sort of drug deal? I just thought my bosses were sleeping together!! What did I get myself into.

A moment later the seller pops his head back up. In his hands he is holding a two feet long porcelain doll that is most DEFINITELY cursed.

Patrick gently takes the doll from the man and cradles it in his arms. Courtney stretches her arms around them both and starts to sway back and forth. Is she… crying?

I can’t believe my eyes, this is the LAST thing I thought my bosses would be doing. I have so many questions, but I am not sure I even want to know. After shaking off the shock, I walk back to the office by myself vowing to put in my two weeks.