Nathan
Jonathan Irvin. The name was playing on repeat in my head like several bad movies, I wanted to punch someone. preferrably him. The mere thought of him annoyed me and I did not care for why. He annoyed me and that was all. If I was not raised to have basic principles, I would formulate a reason to fire him. As it stands, however, he was a hard worker and he had been with the company almost as long as I have and I was the one who set the damn thing up. He was older than he looked. He was twenty-eight, two years older than me and three years older than Charlotte. The last thought came subconsciously and it took me aback a bit.
I sigh and look around me. What was I doing for Pete’s sake? I wonder for the millionth time since I offered to come with them. I had a mountain of paperwork
