CHRIS
My phone buzzedon my work desk. I glanced down to see my mom was calling and quirked an eyebrow. She didn’t usually call me, especially during work hours when she knew I was probably at the office. The last time we spoke was months ago on Christmas while I spent it alone at home.
A knock at my open door luckily saved me from the phone call. Unfortunately, it was Dylan. He’d been avoiding me since I snapped at him nearly a week ago. Why did everyone feel the need to confront me on a Friday afternoon?
“Yes?” I asked.
“Hi, Mr. Warner—”
“It’s okay to call me Chris,” I said, leaning back in my chair.
His cheeks reddened. “Okay, Chris. I wanted to ask if you were offering overtime again this weekend. The money has been helping a lot, and I don’t want to be excluded because of what ha
