“Hey, did you hear about Josh?” “What?” I ask, playing dumb. Angela grimaces. “He killed himself.” “He did?” I’m a terrible actor but Angela doesn’t seem to notice. She’s too wrapped up in the drama of this particular piece of gossip. “Yeah. Just yesterday. It’s so weird—I never thought he was the type. You know, he always seemed so full of himself. I guess I shouldn’t say that, now that he’s dead.” “Why did he do it?” I want to know if anybody’s heard about the embezzlement. Angela always knows what’s going on in the office—if there’s a rumor circulating, she’ll be the first to hear it.
