Just My Type
With that, he stormed off and slammed his office door so hard that everyone jumped.
A coworker tiptoed over and whispered, "Ms. Rogers, did you get on Mr. Lawson's bad side?"
I just smiled wider and said, "Nope, I just love overtime."
Everyone shook their heads, muttering, "Another one that's gone crazy from all the extra hours."
As I started to type again, Shane came charging back out of his room.
"Come here!" he bellowed.
All eyes were on us as Shane's face turned tomato red.