A Stalker's help

When I got to work the following Monday, and got to my office, all I could hear was Wendy talking about a date she have with some hot guy.

"Who is the lucky guy?"

She winked at me.

'This bitch.'

"Even though you won't tell me, I hope you have a grand time." I told her, not really meaning it.

"Oh, I will. We hit it off the first day we met. He was so in to me, even had sex the first day too."

I tried to hide the look on my face, but Wendy must have picked up on it because she gave me a look, then said.

"Don't go judging now. To me, it doesn't matter if you wait a day or months to have sex with someone. If you connect, you connect."

'If you are a whore, just say so.'

But instead I said, "I have nothing to say. Anyway, have those papers on my desk by noon."

"Oh, I had to ask. Can I get a promotion?"

"To what?"

"Well-"

"Don't start, there it's a no. It's not even like there is any position opened