EMILY’S POV
It’s so sweet to be home. No more tension, I missed my bed. No bad happenings. Back to my daily routine.
I frown as I got the notice to move to my previous office. For the meantime. Was I the only one with thoughts of being close?
'Protect me' my foot! How will he when I’m floors away? He won’t be needing me for anything in this short time so I guess it’s fair. Work remains work and home remains home.
Sex life remains s*x life.
I sigh when the last box was out lifted. YaY, I cheer sarcastically. This stiff chair is not in the slightest better than my massage one. I fall my head to the table and regret instantly, I'm back to suffer. Even the desk does agree.
Stop being such a cry baby b***h.
Good thing is, no sign of the three musketeers colleagues so I can rant, bad
