The next day I’m at my desk playing another round of solitaire on the computer, one eye on Cecile’s cubicle to make sure she doesn’t catch me again, when a balled up piece of paper pops me in the back of the head. I rub my hair and whirl around to find Joel peeking over the top of his cubicle’s partition. Only about five feet of carpeted wall separates his desk from mine. “Quit playing games.”
I glance at Cecile but she’s bent over her desk, out of sight, so I’m assuming she didn’t hear. Standing up, I lean over the short partition and press the palm of my hand onto the keypad of Joel’s phone. “Leave me alone,” I mutter, grinning as he pulls off his headset. I hear the noise from the keys through the headphones.
“You call that boy yet?” He knocks my hand away from his phone.
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