19: Cat Out Of The Bag

CHRISTIAN

“Sir, I know you said to hold all the calls, but this is important.” I informed Alex, who had strictly ordered me to hold his appointments and calls for thirty minutes after his friend had arrived.

“ I was on my way out.” The Jake guy said, rising to his feet, while Alex said,

"I will take it.” bumping a fist with his friend and walked back to his chair, ready for the call. I returned to my desk and transferred the held call through.

“You are Christian,” Jake said after he followed me out, and it wasn't a question. “ Listen, we don't know each other, but we have one thing in common, him” he pointed at the now-closed office door. I stared at him blankly, wondering which turn his strange talk was taking. “ You love him,” another fact.

“Don't hurt him.” And he walked off, leaving me gawking at him. 'Don't hurt him, he said,' he said. Did he not know I am the one who got hurt?

Without dwelling on his words for long, I turned back to work. Hours flew by staring at the white