Marissa
The office was buzzing. Justin was racing to meet a deadline, and the energy in the executive wing was chaotic. Whenever he was in this mode, trying to help was pointless. He barely spoke all morning, aside from the occasional request delivered in a clipped tone.
I didn’t mind the silence. I welcomed it. The less I had to interact with him, the easier it was to pretend that everything between us was still intact. Besides, I couldn’t keep throwing myself at him like some desperate, s*x-starved fool.
So, I buried myself in the stack of letters assigned to me. Nothing interesting. Until my fingers paused on one envelope that immediately stood out.
It bore a strange seal. The bold red and white colors sent a warning straight to my gut. And it was addressed directly to Justin.
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