Jena
It has been a week since the night we went to the club and still I can't get the look of hurt and disappointment on John's face out of my head. I wish I had told him, wish I could find a way to get the words past my lips, but I am a coward. "Jena, can you please come to my office?" Gwen asks and I know the talk I have been waiting for is finally going to happen. I get up from my desk and make my way to her office, my hands sweating as I imagine how this conversation is going to go.
"How can I help?" I asked her as I walked into her office. She sits behind her desk, her head buried in papers. She looks up at me and gives me a pained smile and I know that this is going to be a hard conversation.
"Please close the door." She says and I sigh, not sure I want to sit down for this one,
