Chapter Seven
I dread going into the office, but for a different reason now. Before, it was all that work piling up on my desk that I didn’t want to do. Now it’s the perfect order, the normalcy of routine and everything in its place. I feel as if I’ve time-traveled back to the past when the meticulous Benjamin Hunter sparked my discontent, just as he is doing now.
I arrive on time, because he’d probably preach at me if I didn’t. I don’t want lectures. I just want to work now… to do my work, what I love. That’s all; that’s my tonic, my balm, what’s sure to soothe me.
Sure enough, Benjamin’s here before me with the lights on and a spirit of order emerging from where once there was chaos under my solitary reign.
“Did you have a good weekend?” he asks. He’s standing at my door looking l
