Miles
The only sound in my office was the gentle drip of coffee pouring into my mug. I hadn’t seen Cheryl or her friend all evening—not that I was keeping tabs. I’d been buried in work, but the thought of the two of them unsupervised gnawed at me. It was fine if they had fun, but I didn’t want them getting into trouble.
I grabbed my mug and returned to my desk, trying to focus on the never-ending pile of work. This week was supposed to be a break for me, but the demands of my position didn’t seem to care. My phone lit up, Gavin’s name flashing on the screen.
“Hey,” I said, placing the phone to my ear and taking a sip of coffee.
“Cheryl’s drunk,” Gavin said, his voice slurred but serious. “You need to come get her. I don’t trust myself to—”
“Gavin!” I snapped, anger flaring instantly.
