NICK
L
ooking out over my office,
I crossed my ankles to lean on the door frame as I took in the bright atmosphere. The upturn the weather had taken had a visible effect, and I reached absently to loosen my tie. Everyone was eager to leave, to spend some time in the sun before it disappeared. Glancing down at my watch, I stared at the ticking second hand as it slowly but surely made its way to the 12.
“You have a nice night, Nick.” Thomas waved as he past with a smile on his face, and I nodded in acknowledgement. The man had been my secretary since middle school, and for a moment I scanned his form as he took the long way around the cube farm.
He was as gay as a roundabout, and he didn’t think I knew he was dating one of my senior staff members- who happened to sit on the far right co
