I’m able to stay away from Ms. Evans for the rest of the week. I’m still not sure how I was able to pull that off, but I’m not complaining. I sent any information or notes for the contract through email, and any time she tried to meet with me, I made sure I was always conveniently busy.
I still have no answers regarding these wayward feelings toward my boss. I know I love my wife with every fiber of my being, so I don’t know what this is with Lyric. Now, it’s Friday afternoon, and there are only a few more hours left of work. I just need to hold off a little more, and I’ll be home-free.
My office door flies open, shocking me to my core. My heartbeat picks up, and my breathing changes. I’m on the verge of letting my secretary have it when I look up, and my heart stops. “Hello, Mr. Grant.
