eleven

"So you'll pick me up at eight then, yeah?" I asked into my phone, walking into my apartment and unbuckling my heels, relieving my feet from the white death traps.

"If that's cool with you," Conner replied. "I'm honestly ready whenever you are."

"We'll go with eight then," I said, knowing full well that it would take me that long to get myself ready.

"Sweet," he responded. "See you then."

After hearing the line cut, I threw my phone onto the bench, sighing heavily as I sat down on my couch. This was the first opportunity I'd had to actually process the day's events, and I didn't quite know where to begin.

My day had gotten off to such a good start. I'd walked into the office with all the confidence in the world, only to have it torn out from beneath me when I'd walked in on Courtney, feeling Mr Gray up