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⊰ 17 ⊱ A Fragile Agreement
I’ve never dreaded doing something as much as I do today. After a torturously short weekend, I find myself sitting in the parking garage outside of the office building, wishing that I had stayed home.
I should’ve called in sick or used my PTO hours…
I don’t know how I’m supposed to face him. It was easier before. I stayed out of his way, and he tolerated me. Now? Now, I don’t know if things are going to go back to how they were or if they should—if they ever could.
With heavy steps, I somehow manage to find my desk twice as fast as usual.
Well, it feels that way, anyway.
Between brief good mornings, the rest of the team sporadically trickle in, settling at their desks before 8:30AM—except for Cade.
He’s never late…
I’m not the only one that notices. Krina furrows her eyebrows, glancing up at his empty office.
“Pst.&rdq
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