She lied during her interview

During the interview, the interviewer and Kayla's new boss had noticed the ring on her finger. He'd asked her if she would be able to relate to the clientele, given that she was married. Panicking, thinking that the job was lost, she blurted out that she was recently divorced herself and knew from experience what divorced women felt and were looking for. She hadn't been able to quite bring herself around to taking off the ring yet.

She had started the job based on a lie, a lie that she would have to maintain or risk termination. After I'd recovered from my shock, I told her that I understood and that I would support her because she could support our dream home with me. Before we left for work the very next morning, her first day of work, she dressed professionally sexy, showing hints of breast and thigh, and she slipped the diamond from her finger and set it on the bedside table. It was Tuesday.

She informed me that night that everyone at the company was very nice, but that many of them had been asking about her divorce. She had been **** to build upon her lie, coming up with new details. They ranged from simple little lies, like that she was single and not looking for anything serious at the moment, to wilder ones. One of her co-workers, another divorcee named Ophelia, whom everyone called "Feely," had asked her if her house was lonely now that her husband had left, and she came up with a story about how her gay best friend "Ricky" had been kind enough to move in with her and help with bills and maintanence of the property, and to keep her company when she was feeling **** following the divorce. The lies were beginning to snowball, and now I was wrapped up in them too.

By Wednesday, she had gotten the hang of her job, which mostly involved taking phone calls and answering e-mails, and had made a few friends, both male and female. By Thursday night, she had been flirted with by her coworkers, her boss, even Feely, who was apparently bisexual. She told me this while blushing, glowing almost. She had even been invited out for drinks with a group of them on Friday night. Not being able to come up with an excuse under pressure, she'd accepted and been told to wear something she can go to a night club in. She'd also heard a few stories that the employees got pretty wild hanging out together on weekends, drinking, dancing, sometimes leaving with one another or with strangers.

"I'm sorry about all this, I know I've gotten myself into something here. But maybe I can get out of it somehow."