27

I walked into work on Monday to find Charles standing in front of my door with a cup of coffee in his hands. He shot me a wide smile and I rolled my eyes at him. I knew what he was doing and I had no intentions of playing his game. Everyone was obviously still pissed off at him and he was hoping to use me to restore his lost reputation. With Greg, they couldn’t outrightly ignore him, but Charles was fair game.

“I don’t know why you’re playing hard to get, Hayley, I was literally with your family this weekend,” he added the last part out loud and I stared at him blankly.

“You barged in on a family dinner and forced a seat for yourself when no one wanted you there,” I shot back equally as loud and I heard a few snickers. His cheeks heated in shame and I dropped my voice to a whisper. “I can play this game a lot better than you can, Charles. You should know better by now.” I took the coffee from his hands and took a spit. “At least it isn’t black like the last time.”

“Look, it was a stup