Adele
Rafe’s office is a compact space with no windows, with no view to distract from total focus. Clean. Spare. Practical. Like the man himself. His desk is huge and empty except for a laptop and a pen holder with no pens. The only thing out of place is a crumpled piece of clothing in the corner. I nudge it with the toe of my shoe. It’s a discarded Henley.
When I first got here, Channing gave me a mini tour and warned me that “Sarge ordered no one to bother him.” Like every order Rafe gives me, I wanted to disobey right away. I was tempted to stick my head in and wave hello. Pretend to punch in. Invade his space the way he’s invaded my brain.
Employee and boss. Boss and employee. That’s all Rafe and I are.
I’m being a bad employee. I knew I was pushing it with the red beans and vegan
