The next day, while Celia was in her office, an intern arrived with a large cardboard box on a pushcart. Much to her surprise, it was a case of the Martinelli Jackass Zinfandel they'd had in New Orleans, along with a lovely note from Garrett. He offered the case of wine as a condolence. At $115 per bottle, Celia forgave him without issue. She looked skyward and mouthed a thank-you to the heavens, chuckling as she did. She immediately texted him a thank-you as well.
At lunch, Celia did an online search to find out what she could about herself and her job. She looked through the main webpage and found all of the general information that she had discovered when she first got the call from Clifford. She found job descriptions and pay scales, but no names or personal information. That made her feel better. Rod would have a hard time finding her if he took this route.
As she perused the site, she had a second thought. Going to the main search bar at the top of the browser, she asked, "Where does Cordelia Barlow, Austin, work?" She hit enter, and her name popped up in a nanosecond, with a link to her LinkedIn profile. On the profile was a new picture, her new name, and a complete résumé.
Oh shit.
Rod couldn't find her address through this page, but if he knew her job title, he could find out where she worked. If he wanted to stalk her, this was where he'd have to start. Considering this, she took a deep breath and said, "But he doesn't know my job title. He doesn't know that I'm in Austin. Hell, I don't think he even knows my new name."
While this tie to her LinkedIn account was distressing, it wasn't the end of the world. Someone who was a whiz with computers might be able to find something useful with this information, but she was certain Rod was not one of them. The only genuine concern was that if he discovered her new name, he could find out where she worked with almost no effort.
If he had found out and had a woman call to ask about her, that meant he knew where she worked. That would explain the red truck.
But even then, it was a massive building with several hundred people coming and going all day long. Even knowing which building she was in, he'd have to camp outside and hope to catch her as she was entering or leaving. He didn't have that kind of patience.
Nah, that's too much effort; he doesn't care that much anyway.