Thunder rumbles softly in the background as I trudge into the office. My second day at work and I have arrived sopping wet.
At least there are no amnesiac bosses welcoming me with impossible orders.
“It should be illegal to come to work on rainy mornings,” Patty’s groan ushers me into the open floor plan secretaries’ space.
Two other secretaries yawn. I shuffle through, trailing rainwater and a meek wave as I try not to shiver.
When I get into my personal office, I discard my useless umbrella and turn the heater on to the max.
“Hey boss.”
“Oh my God!” I startle, whirling around to see Henry standing at the narrow door with two steaming mugs.
“Sorry for scaring you,” he acquiesces, handing me one of the mugs. I bring it up to my nose and inhale.
Hmm…Earl Grey tea.
“A suita
