Twelve
All My Tomorrows
Luca
“Hi, Jake…?”
I recognize the apologetic tone even before I look up from my computer to see Donna, standing in my cubicle’s doorway.
“Hey, Donna, what’s up?” I answer, eyeing the stack of files in her arms.
Despite my professional tone and the zero interest I’ve shown any chick in the Cal-Mart Legal Department since I started here two months ago, Donna still acts nervous around me.
She shuffles her feet and pushes her hair behind her ear, like five times, before she says, “Kevin knows your wedding is tomorrow, but he just wanted to make sure you handled these before you left...?”
Donna is one of those chicks that phrase everything like it’s a question and possibly up for debate, but I take the files from her, knowing it’s not.
Our boss, Kevin is the Sen
