Evan Crawford

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I know exactly when I woke up. The second Mr. Crawford’s voice registers in my brain.

“Wake up,” he says loud in my ears. Instantly, I woke up with a jolt, jerking upright off my desk.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Crawford,” I say, rubbing my eyes. I was exhausted from the dinner party last night. I barely got any sleep. Why would someone even throw a party on Sunday night?

“I never knew I paid you to sleep. And what did I say using that word around me?” he asks, getting angrier. Not knowing what else to say, I shut my mouth. “Bring two cups of coffee to my office in a five minutes,” he says before walking into his office.

“Okay, sir,” I say and stand up to walk to the lunchroom to make the coffee.

When I’m done making the coffee, I walk to his office to give it to him. I can’t help but wonder who the second cup of coffee is for. I don’t remember sending anyone to his office; maybe both cups are for him. I knock on his door and enter after he says to c