Sapphire
My phone rings as George ruffles his feathers and dunks his head beneath the surface of the water in the inflatable kiddie pool in the far corner of my office.
“You’ve been a good duck today. Just stay in the pool for a few more minutes then we can go home, got it?” I ask as he surfaces.
He looks at me, then dunks beneath the water’s surface again. I’m taking that as a definite yes. So far, he’s been good; all through my morning sessions, he barely even quacked.
I roll my ergonomic chair a few feet from the pool to the desk and answer the phone.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Ugh. “You know, I wouldn’t mind if you threw in some heavy breathing to make this worth my while,” I say, then hang up.
It’s the fifth call I’ve gotten since arriving home from Harmony just over a week ago—three t
